My Love Song

It was evening.  After a long, exhausting, and LOUD day, the house was (finally) filled with silence.   Wore out from a day full of activity and play, the children were all dreaming in their beds, with their little tummies full of waffles. My husband was away, helping his parents with some projects at their house. 

I was alone.

The flowers were all watered, the trash was taken out, the house tidied up... and the work was all done for the day.  The thought of retiring early crossed my mind, and then my eyes caught sight of my keyboard.  The keyboard that I hardly touch anymore.  Whenever I sit down to play, there are at least two children surrounding me, one sitting on my lap. And it is just not as fun to play when several other sets of hands are also attempting their go at the piano. I can play "Jesus Loves Me" and similar songs backwards and forwards. But time, just for me to sing and play all by myself, well, it's just rare.  

I all of a sudden had an incredible urge to play.  As I walked to the keyboard, I told the Lord, "Jesus, I want to play and sing for you a love song of worship".  My fingers reached over the side of the keyboard, found the "on" button, and as I turned the keyboard on, I heard an all too familiar sound.

My baby boy was awake. 

And crying.

I sighed sadly and reached over and turned the "on" button "off".  As I walked quickly up the stairs, I felt frustrated.  "Lord. I just wanted to play and sing for you. I just wanted to play for you a love song and worship you. And I can't even do that."

I reached the side of my little baby boys' crib, and as I talked to him and picked him up, his screaming cries quickly reduced to nothing but a few quiet sobs.  As I rocked him and held him close, he soon relaxed, forgetting his little 'nightmare' of a dream, and fell back into a deep slumber. I love holding my baby as he sleeps. There is nothing really sweeter. 

As I rocked my little boy, soaking up all of his little baby sweetness, I heard the Lord speaking to me so clearly.  "Christy, this is your love song to me. This is your act of worship.  When you care for these little ones which I have given to you, that is a beautiful love song."

My eyes filled with tears as I held my littlest love even closer. 

"Lord, may my love song be beautiful and pleasing to you."