Sitting on a shelf at the far right hand corner of my desk is a small, blue and white device that beams the sound of Littlest stirring from her overnight sleep. Through the monitor I hear her barely audible voice singing as if on cue. Some mornings she sings the ABC’s, sometimes it’s a song she’s learned at school, but she always wakes up singing. I smile as I soak up every second of my secret serenade. Again on cue, her singing ends in the same manner day after day.
Mommy! Come out! Come out wherever you are!
And just like that, the song (and apparently the over-night game of hide and seek) is finished.
As I was savoring her sweet song this morning, I was encouraged that our voices of praise and prayer in the still, unbroken dawn are pleasing to our Heavenly Father like the sound of a child’s voice to her mother.
Let us make a joyful noise together to the Lord!
Praise God in his holy house of worship,
praise him under the open skies;
Praise him for his acts of power,
praise him for his magnificent greatness;
Praise with a blast on the trumpet,
praise by strumming soft strings;
Praise him with castanets and dance,
praise him with banjo and flute;
Praise him with cymbals and a big bass drum,
praise him with fiddles and mandolin.
Let every living, breathing creature praise God!
Psalm 150 (The Message)
Love this! My littlest sings in her crib, as well, when she wakes up each morning. It’s the best!