His song

I’m sitting watching the steam rise off my cup of tea this morning, listening to the beginnings of stirring in the house,  and I’m feeling…content.  These last few days of togetherness, of late mornings and movies and cozy fires have been such a lovely way to round out the holidays.  These last weeks of the year have a sweet, knitting effect on us.
A few nights ago, late into the evening I heard a voice floating above the noise of the tv.  I turned down the volume to find that my boy was singing himself to sleep upstairs.  Although I couldn’t make out the words, I knew his song was entirely his own.  It is a contented and thoroughly loved child who can sing himself to sleep with the song of his heart.

As we look towards the new year and our family time winds down, as we return to schedules and travel and busyness, I pray that God puts His song in each of our hearts.  A song of joy, a song of contentment, a song of grace.

“But let all who take refuge in you be glad; let them ever sing for joy. Spread your protection over them, that those who love your name may rejoice in you.” Psalm 5:11