The Father calls

I’m sitting in the living room working on the menu and grocery list for next week. Upstairs I can hear my two youngest children worshiping. He’s on guitar and she’s singing.

There’s not a sound in the entire world that is more beautiful.

Absolutely nothing. I’m filled with gratitude as I hear them:

Not for a minute was I forsaken
The Lord is in this place
The Lord is in this place
Come Holy Spirit dry bones awaken
The Lord is in this place
The Lord is in this place

There was a time, not that long ago, I felt like maybe He wasn’t.

Like somehow He had left. The brokenness of my heart over my oldest child was more than I could handle. Yet the Father kept kept calling to me, drawing me near in my brokenness. He loved me right where I was. Fear and doubt included. And this right here is my reward for not being foolish and walking away. I get to see just what He was working in the hearts of my babies. And that itself fills me with hope for what He must be working in their older brother as well. He never left me, and He has never left him either. He’s there with him in every moment. Even in the darkest of places. Always reaching, always calling to him to come back.

So I’ll pause my planning.

So I’ll raise my hands as they sing, giving thanks for the goodness of my Savior, and I sing along to yet another one of their songs:

There was another in the fire
Standing next to me
There was another in the water
Holding back the sea
And should I ever need reminding
How good You’ve been to me
I’ll count the joy come every battle
Because I know that’s You’ll be.

I would encourage you today to count the joy in whatever battle you may be facing. Trust that He is still there, still loving, still leading. You are His precious child.