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
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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