"My life is a gift, my life has a plan"

I have been in my children’s room for the last hour trying to get their restless bodies to sleep.  Usually I grow frustrated and to be honest, annoyed at the length of time that seems to be required some nights to get my two rambunctious little balls of energy to sleep.  Tonight however, I figured I would try singing church music to them as usually I didn’t because there was no point when it wouldn’t be heard over the screaming, my two year old would tell me to stop and other various circumstances. 

It began with me singing the first couple of songs that came to mind, but after several minutes I was quickly shuffling through the songs I knew by heart.  And heart, is exactly what this music was.  Although both children were awake, they were quiet, respectful participants as they listened to the words about Jesus and our Heavenly Father.  I would often times have to pause and I tried to recall a lyric or melody and I would hear the soft whisper of my two year old encourage with, “more?”

My seven month old daughter held my hand as I sand song after song and I was so touched with the peace that filled their small, toy crowded room and I felt sure there were angels among us, ministering to my babies and watching the praise we gave our Lord.  I felt an overwhelming sense of blessing and I knew it were moments like these that made me a mom.  It was for these special lessons that I was blessed with children, despite the odds. 

What a powerful medium music can be.