Sunday, September 19, 2010

Sing Over Me

I sing to Claire a lot. I always have. About 90% of the time I’m just being silly. In fact, when Claire was a newborn, instead of telling her what I was doing I would sing it…

Oh, we just have to change a diaper now
It will only take a minute, don’t cry so loud

I sing to her in the car…

Hey, silly kiddo, what is she doing?
Hey, silly kiddo, what is she doing?
Is she being kind of silly? (Yeah, yeah)
Or is she being kind of funny? (Yeah, yeah)
Is she being kind of sweet? (Yeah, yeah)
Or is she just a little hungry? (Yeah, yeah)

I sing to her after her bath, when she’s all wrapped up in her towel…

I’ve got a bathtime burrito, a bathtime burrito
I’ve got a bathtime burrito
And she’s a silly billy – Whoo!

Incredibly deep, I know. So, that’s 90% of our day. But then there is that other 10% - the part where I’m not singing to her, but I’m singing over her. And there is a huge difference.

It’s time to go to sleep. I hold her and feed her and pray for her. And then, in the moments before I put her in her crib, I sing over her. It’s one of my favorite times. When I am singing over my daughter, I don’t sing fun, silly songs. I sing songs that have a message that I want to transfer from my heart to hers. I sing words that are life-giving, words of peace and of hope and of salvation.

Be still, my soul, the Lord is on your side…

Jesus paid it all, all to Him I owe
Sin had left a crimson stain, He washed it white as snow…

For I know whate’er befall me, Jesus doeth all things well…

Zephaniah 3:17 pictures God quieting us with His love and singing over us with joy. I just can’t help but think that He treasures those moments when we can be still and quiet enough to let His song soak into our hearts and give us hope.

I sang over Claire tonight, and now she is sleeping peacefully. Soon I will lay my head down as well. Be still, my soul…and listen…

“By day the Lord directs His love; at night His song is with me...” Psalm 42:8