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 5:11-12
The fire crackles and pops and a burst of sparks swirl in the smoke. The surf pounds the beach and the hissing of retreating foam sounds soothing. Is there any sweeter satisfaction than to lie on the blanket, with hands under head, and gaze at the starry dome above while singing a hymn? These are my favorite childhood memories of summer. And on that Delaware beach around the campfire, my father, with all his warmth and tenderness, would lead us in singing.
On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross, the emblem of suffering and shame… When the rest of the family finished the verse and went on to the chorus, I stopped singing. I was listening to a larger song coming from the star-splattered heavens. With knees bent, the front of my legs caught the heat and light, casting over me a deep cool shadow as I laid face up listening to the universe drift by.
Safe, secure, and significant. I could not imagine a kid anywhere on the planet that night, anywhere among the sand dunes along the Delaware coast, who felt as safe as I. Part of it were my daddy’s stories. Most of it, the hymns. When someone started singing I come to the garden alone while the dew is still on the roses… I felt as though God himself were among us, breathing a sigh with each wave, illuminating His presence with the flames.
Do you know any of the old hymns of the faith? How about one of the newer worship songs? Find a quiet corner – by a fire, on the back patio in a lawn chair, or out on the grass under the stars – and sing to the God who loves you.
Lord, how good it is to realize that no matter what happens in my life, I am safe, eternally safe, with you.
Blessings,
