THOUGHTS

On April 14, 20120

Another reprint from 2014

(Facebook barred me from posting back then.)

Sweet Noah and dear Laura spent the night with me the other night.  I, in my recliner, and they, on the couch, had just settled down for a long winter's nap.  Then Noah popped up to say, "Grandma, I'm afraid I might do something crazy tonight!"  He was referring to the night terrors and sleep walking-or rather sleep running-they are prone to do.  I assured him that I had raised their uncle with the same tendencies and could handle it if it happened.  I sang them to sleep, and thankfully it was a quiet night.

I realized how long it had been since I had that privilege.  When he was a baby I could easily get him to sleep with the cadence of "Alligator, alligator, shark, shark, shark," or chanting, "Peter Pan."  It only took moments before his eyes closed and he went limp.  There were times in the store I could only keep him quiet in the shopping cart if I sang, "Old MacDonald Had a Farm," nonstop.  His favorite book  had to be sung over and over: it was a tiny one with vintage Christmas pictures and words to the song, "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas."  My usual lullaby collection was handy that night without resorting to Christmas songs.  I sang the same lullabies I had sung to their mother and her siblings, one of which had been sung to my mother, then to me while yet another was an adaptation of James Taylor's "Sweet Baby James."  (Sweet Baby Jay)

"Life is a shipwreck, but we must not forget to sing in the lifeboats."

Voltaire

"Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent." 

Victor Hugo

"Music is what feelings sound like."

Don't let the precious moments escape unsavored or without song,

if not outwardly, at least in the heart.

"Sing for joy in the Lord, 

O you righteous ones;

Praise is becoming to the upright...

Sing to Him a new song..."

Psalm 33:1-3

God does not slumber, nor does He sleep,

but He still likes to be sung to.