The Lord is my Song
Mother's Day. Cards. Flowers. Candy. Hugs and kisses.Tokens of affection. As a daughter I've given these all to my own mother, and as a mother now I'm the glad recipient of these kinds of things. This morning it was sweet handmade paper corsages and soaps from my boys from a trip to the children's museum with Daddy while I was away at a women's retreat with my church yesterday. Their eager anticipation to give mommy her gifts was adorable. I am lavished with love by these sweet boys.
Still, with all the love and gifts, today is a bittersweet day for me, and I imagine it is for a number of my friends as well. Mother's day is a day to celebrate the amazing women who have brought us into this world, yet some of us have lost their mothers, some have not had relationship with their mothers, some are longing to be mothers themselves and some have lost children that have made them mothers. So while for many it is a wonderful day, there are some that find it hard to be all joy today or to even have joy at all.
Today marks one month since I lost Shiloh. I've been processing a lot of feelings and emotions and questions the last month and this song has been one that has ministered to me immensely.
In the process, in the waiting
you're making melodies over me
and your presence is the promise...
I have found more of Jesus in all of this than I could have imagined possible. The songwriter sings towards the end "in every season of the soul, teach my heart to sing" and that is what I have been learning. Learning to praise God amidst rejoicing, amidst the uncertainty and the pain, and amidst the waiting and the loss, because the Lord is my song. And when Jesus is the song I sing, my heart can sing through any storm. Singing the song of Him doesn't always make the storm go away or make the pain leave, but the presence of Jesus...the promise of never being alone...it becomes possible to find joy in the sorrow, a friend in our loneliness, hope in death and calm patience instead of anxiety in the waiting. The learning part is choosing each day to sing the song despite what we awake to. Will you choose to sing with me today? Wherever you are today, will you let Jesus be the song you sing?
The Lord is my strength and my song, and he has become my salvation; this is my God, and I will praise him, my father's God and I will exalt him. Exodus 15:2
Still, with all the love and gifts, today is a bittersweet day for me, and I imagine it is for a number of my friends as well. Mother's day is a day to celebrate the amazing women who have brought us into this world, yet some of us have lost their mothers, some have not had relationship with their mothers, some are longing to be mothers themselves and some have lost children that have made them mothers. So while for many it is a wonderful day, there are some that find it hard to be all joy today or to even have joy at all.
Today marks one month since I lost Shiloh. I've been processing a lot of feelings and emotions and questions the last month and this song has been one that has ministered to me immensely.
In the process, in the waiting
you're making melodies over me
and your presence is the promise...
I have found more of Jesus in all of this than I could have imagined possible. The songwriter sings towards the end "in every season of the soul, teach my heart to sing" and that is what I have been learning. Learning to praise God amidst rejoicing, amidst the uncertainty and the pain, and amidst the waiting and the loss, because the Lord is my song. And when Jesus is the song I sing, my heart can sing through any storm. Singing the song of Him doesn't always make the storm go away or make the pain leave, but the presence of Jesus...the promise of never being alone...it becomes possible to find joy in the sorrow, a friend in our loneliness, hope in death and calm patience instead of anxiety in the waiting. The learning part is choosing each day to sing the song despite what we awake to. Will you choose to sing with me today? Wherever you are today, will you let Jesus be the song you sing?
The Lord is my strength and my song, and he has become my salvation; this is my God, and I will praise him, my father's God and I will exalt him. Exodus 15:2
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