Thursday, July 14, 2011

Lest I forget...

My sweet Drew, so proud to be four-almost-five, has become enamored with a new song.

It is not uncommon for children to fixate on a song, singing it over and over ad nauseum, but this time is different.

This time, my son is not only fixated on the song, he is fixated on Who the song is about.

He asks me to sing it with him at every bedtime.  As I sing, he looks into my eyes adoringly and joins in, heartfelt and only slightly off-key.   His eyes, almost ebony, shine with joy.  He serenades us in the car, reminding us that it is about Jesus, who died on the cross to save us from our sins.

Those are his words, at four-almost-five.

It is a song I have known for a long time but has taken on new meaning, a fuller meaning, when sung with my baby boy and I love with all of my heart that he loves this song so much...

Here I am to worship, here I am to bow down,
here I am to say that you're my God.
You're altogether lovely, altogether worthy,
altogether wonderful to me.

I'll never know how much it cost 
to see my sin upon that cross.
I'll never know how much it cost
to see my sin upon that cross.

Oh, that his sweet heart of worship will only grow stronger...

Wednesday, July 13, 2011


I sit with a book, unread.  My children have captured my attention with their excitement...
squeals and laughter echo.

These are magical days.

Slanted light dapples through leaves as the breathless warmth gives way to cicadas and relief from Summer's heat.

Daddy stands below the treehouse, strong and ready to catch a little one lest they lose the grip on the zipline.

First Katie, newly ten and suddenly more grown, launches and laughs as she slows to a hanging stop.  Drew, all boy and muscle and adrenaline, lets go at the bottom with an "Oh yeah!" and runs back for more.  Then Mari tentatively steps off and spastically hangs on for dear life, knees awkwardly bent and eyes wide with a smile beaming and a giggle at the bottom as Daddy playfully lets her hang for a moment before helping her down.

My coffee, decaf at this time of day, sits by me steaming and waiting to be sipped.  A dog lies at my feet, content from a long day of...lying at someone's feet.  Gracie swoops in for a kiss, hair curled tight after a bath.  So beautiful.

Boys coming sauntering through my gate as DJ and friends arrive ready for a game of basketball.  Katie makes sure they stay in line and only slightly annoys her big brother with her participation in their game.  Children move to the trampoline, springs squeaking and voices shrieking with delight.
More sound,

more laughter,

more magic.