Oh, how I love this… [youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bpu0TIXzI1w&w=560&h=315]
The widest, dopiest smile was plastered to my face when I watched this. So many reasons, I can’t even name them all. Precious beyond words in every little way.
But I couldn’t help thinking that this is the position I want to be in in my relationship with Jesus. This little girl clearly spends time singing this song with her beloved daddy. Memorizing the words he has taught her by mere repetition. They have practiced this song over and over, just in their daily routine of life. I have no doubt there are many other songs that mark their repertoire. All a symbol of their close relationship. A natural overflow of their undeniable bond.
She listens to the timing and direction of her father on the little pink guitar. And every so often she stops to ask, “What was that?” (I read that the reason they began singing this song at this particular time was because she was sure she heard fireworks and couldn’t sleep, so daddy invited her to join him in the song to calm her little heart.) She doesn’t panic, but asks the honest question when she feels afraid. Her father is right there with her, bringing her back to the song in both of their hearts.
Admittedly, she does get a little bossy with him a couple of times, trying to direct the song herself. Forgetting that he is the one who taught her the lyrics, the tune, the cadence. But within that same free-spirited little heart is the beauty of childlike love, trust and deep devotion. She loves her daddy. She is reflecting her daddy through her song, her ability (great pitch!) and in the expressions that mimic his own.
A true love story.
That’s what I want to look like. I want to be in such close proximity to my Jesus that His songs have become my own. Memorized to my core. Sung at the top of my lungs. In unison and harmony with Him.
I want to follow the direction of His “guitar” in my life. To trust His timing, His lyrics, His melody.
When I don’t understand, when I’m afraid I hear “fireworks” and fear sets in, I want to stop and ask the question and listen for His answer that comes by way of His song in my ear, inviting me back into that place of complete trust, regardless of the outside circumstances and noise. I want to remember that He wrote the song and sweetly invites me to join Him in singing it.
A free-spirit who is truly free in her childlike love, trust and deep devotion…
1 John 3:1 – How great is the love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are!
Romans 8:15-16 – For you did not receive a spirit that makes you a slave again to fear, but you received the Spirit of sonship. And by him we cry, “Abba, Father.” The Spirit himself testifies with our spirit that we are God’s children.
2 Corinthians 3:18 – Nothing between us and God, our faces shining with the brightness of his face. And so we are transfigured much like the Messiah, our lives gradually becoming brighter and more beautiful as God enters our lives and we become like him. – The Message
