Today is my son’s birthday.  Before I even had a chance to get my coffee he texted asking me what time he was born – as I tried to remember I was suddenly back at University Hospital in Cleveland, Ohio.  I haven’t thought about the experience in years. We moved to Cleveland from Raleigh, N.C. when I was seven months pregnant.

I was barely settled in my home, I barely knew my doctor and I already had one boy at home who had just barely turned one. Just trying to write about it makes me cry all over again.

Tears of joy for my beautiful healthy baby and tears of sadness because my family was far away and too overwhelmed with my sister’s cancer diagnosis to travel. I had no friends, there just hadn’t been time.

After my husband left the hospital I remember feeling so completely alone.  I rocked my little one and sang him the song I often sang to his big brother, a lullaby that goes, “Good night, sleepy tight, little lamb of mine.  Have precious dreams of loving things, the Lord is by your side.” I remember realizing in those moments that no matter how I felt, God really was by my side. I could almost hear His voice whispering to my soul – you are not alone, as you sing over this baby, I sing over you.  It tells us this in the Bible,

“The Lord your God in your midst,
The Mighty One, will save;

He will rejoice over you with gladness,
He will quiet you with His love,
He will rejoice over you with singing.” Zephaniah 3:17 (NKJV)

Maybe the memories made me so emotional because I recently read those words and started to pray them for people I know who are feeling alone and in desperate need of the comfort of God’s voice this week.

The very old man struggling with regret.

The chronically ill friend who won’t get better.

The new mom with no mom who has a giant hole in her experience.

The beloved young adults who have abandoned their beliefs.

The grieving friends – those dealing with unexpected loss and those not surprised by the death, just surprised by the depth of their grief.

The one well-placed in ministry who is suddenly displaced because of a different vision and the couple looking for a new church home after 30 years of belonging where they were.  

All can be blessed by a song.  I have no idea what the words are but I know they are just what each needs to hear and the voice that sings them knows exactly what tune will touch each heart,

As I prayed for them I asked God to help each one hear the sound of singing. I prayed they would recognize the voice of a tender God who reaches in to hurting hearts, calls each one by name and says “Hush, be calm, I’ll sing you a lullaby.”

If you are feeling alone this week, take a few moments of quiet and listen for the voice of the one who loves you, He’s singing your song.

Blessings,

Elizabeth

 

Written by Elizabeth Murphy