Indeed, the Lord will comfort Zion;
He will comfort all her waste places.
And her wilderness He will make like Eden,
And her desert like the garden of the Lord;
Joy and gladness will be found in her,
Thanksgiving and sound of a melody. – Isaiah 51:3
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My first memory of my grandmother is the one that is the clearest. It’s of her rocking and singing one of my younger cousins to sleep. The sound stopped me in my tracks. It was known to me, warm and familiar, though I don’t remember hearing it before. I can still hear it now, in my heart, and it brings tears of longing to my eyes.
The thing about that lullaby? It was nonsense. Just a jumble of “oh-bee-doh” intermingled thoughtlessly with humming. She was saying nothing.
And her voice meant everything.
Sometimes the sound of melody that comes from a loving, familiar voice can be all the comfort we need. Even when it really says nothing, it can mean everything.
Perhaps God’s lullaby to you is a birdsong in the crispness of dawn. Perhaps it’s the buzzing of locust in the dusk of evening. Maybe it’s in the laughter of your children, or the purring of your pet. Wherever you hear Him, I promise you He is singing.
Where do you hear His voice today?
Dear Lord, please tune our ears to hear your melody. We don’t want to miss it. In Jesus’ Name, Amen…
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Shelly
Shelly – today I heard His voice in my obedience. At times, the Lord requires us to do the hard thing and today was one of those days for me. And the blessed relief that comes, the joy which flooded my heart in knowing I had done that which pleased Him was overwhelming. Thank you for sharing from Isaiah today. I needed to read that tonight! Blessings, friend!
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Joanne, I am rejoicing with you! That is such a peaceful feeling, to hear His voice in obedience. “Well Done, Good and Faithful Servant” So glad the verse was meaningful for you today. Heart Hugs, Shelly <3
Lovely post, Shelly! I remember both of my grandmother’s voices and find that some days I really miss them. I often strain to hear God’s voice too and am so thankful that He does indeed allow us to hear from Him sometimes. Thanks as always for linking up to Testimony Tuesday!
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It’s sure a treasured memory for me! Thanks for stopping by, Holly! Heart Hugs, Shelly <3
God’s lullaby can be heard in the laughter of my sons, the inquisitiveness of a 3rd grader or the deep caring and inquiring of a friend as to how I’m doing. Great reminder to hear God’s voice in all things. Visiting you today from Holly’s Testimony Tuesday.
Blessings, Mary!
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I’m so glad to meet you, Mary! Thanks for sharing how you hear God’s lullaby. Love it! Heart Hugs, Shelly <3
Shelly – you do know how music is a main way God gets through to me! He has brought a literal song at times too perfect that its message is not “Him”.
I, too, remember the voices of loved ones – singing in relationship if not actual lullabies. I was extremely close to my grandmother.
My mother told me – over the years – of a song I would sing when waking from my naps, waiting for her to come in. I sang that song to her many years later as she lapsed into her “nap” when in a hospice room, the nap where she would awaken to the grandest of lullabies in heaven’s chorus.
And the songs can come in the way words land in our hearts. I returned some items to the Library this evening and had to talk to the librarian. She looked at my last name as she accessed my account and said, “Oh – I know you! ” As all I could see was her first name on her name tag, we had to share a bit more. As soon as she said I had taught her two sons and gave me her last name, I remembered her ( and her sons ) immediately. I had not seen her in 25 years and the loving words that came forth from there “made my day”!!
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Oh Lynn, thank you for sharing the story of your Mom. What a bittersweet memory. I know you brought her comfort then, just as the memory comforts you now. And I really love the story of the librarian…. what serendipity! I enjoy hearing how God graces each day of each individual life in His own special way for that person. Heart Hugs, Shelly <3