All day today, the song "When the Night is Falling" has been running through my head. When Sophie was just weeks old, she was diagnosed with the dreaded colic. It was just she and I at home all day and she would just scream and scream. Some days I would just hold her and cry too and sing, "how I love you child, I love you". Over and over. It was our theme song. No matter how long we would sit there, crying, I still loved her so much.
So, the entire day, I've been thinking about that time and, more specifically that song. Then, tonight, we sang that song at church. I immediately began crying. In church, y'all. Danna doesn't do that.
Now, you can take this story any way you want, but I believe God was comforting me. He was reminding me of where I am not a failure. Praising in song comes natural.
Unforgettable moments of praise to me:
- singing "Hand in Hand" after my baptism, crying but not really understanding
- my mom singing "He gave me a Song" (pretty much my entire childhood)
- the Sunday night devos my freshman year at Harding in the lobby of the admin. building
- the Sunday morning at Downtown (happy clappy) that when the service was over, the entire congregation erupted into spontaneous applause
- hearing "I Will Praise You in This Storm" for the first time at the Casting Crowns concert
All of these moments were so special. And tonight God reminded me that to be able to praise is a gift He gave us. I cannot explain to you the feeling of comfort/euphoria I am experiencing right now. I feel like I just got back from a youth rally!
