A mama friend posted this on facebook last night:
I was immediately brought back to that place of frustration and desperation, walking the floor with my own wee boys. Her positivity and determination to dance through the difficulty inspired me.
This morning in church, we sang this song, which also happened to be one of the ones she posted following that initial status.
I was struck when we got to the line
Whatever may come, and whatever lies before me
Let me be signing when the evening comes.
Evening isn’t the easiest time of day around here. Our kids are still not great at bedtime, and Ezra hasn’t embraced the transition from a crib to a bed quite as quickly as we had hoped. By evening we are tired, short on patience, frustrated with the kids, and snippy with each other. When we got to those words this morning “…let me be singing when the evening comes…” it grabbed my attention. Evening. Let me be singing. During the hardest part of my day.
Usually when I get to that line “Whatever may come…” I think grand scale:
Job loss? Whatever may come…let me be singing.
Illness? Whatever may come…let me be singing.
Loss of a loved one? Whatever may come…let me be signing.
It’s easy for me to say resolutely, in those far-removed, possible, but less-frequent scenarios “Let me be singing!” But today, the evening really struck me. What does it mean to “Bless the Lord” and have a spirit of gratefulness and joy through those difficult things I encounter day in, day out. What does it look like to “Rejoice in the Lord always” (Phil 4:4)?
I don’t know, exactly, but I do know that I need to think about it, to check my attitude, and to be reminded in the middle of the daily (nightly?) grind that I can still sing.
And so, to remind me, I made this:
I put it up on the wall outside the boys’ bedroom.
Whatever may pass, and whatever lies before me…
Ezra leaving his room for the 34th time…
Haydon telling Ezra to call for Mummy through the vents…
Ezra beside my bed at 1:47am asking for mummy milk…
Haydon yelling from his bed at 2:43am that he’s scared and needs his blankets fixed…
Let me be singing when the evening comes.
(Speaking of singing through hard things, my friend Leanne Friesen preached a brilliant sermon at this year’s True City Conference called “Singing Songs in Strange Lands” you should totally click on that and listen to it.)