This afternoon at 3:30 I walked my baby girl to sleep. She was long overdue for an afternoon nap and her 1st birthday party was starting in 30 minutes.
For some reason she hadn't gone to sleep at 1:45 so I was trying again. I walked and sang. Walked and sang.
"How great is our God. Sing with me. How great is our God. And all will see how great, how great is our God. Name above all names. Worthy of all praise. My heart will sing how great is our God."
As I walked I thought about what I was singing. My heart will sing how great is our God.
Recently I was told a friend: "I know in my head that God is faithful. I know that He is trustworthy. I know that His timing is perfect. But my heart doesn't seem to be understanding that lately."
We discussed how the two feet from our head to our heart can be a long way to travel sometimes. Just because we know something in our head, doesn't mean our heart always understands it.
Today as I sang, My heart will sing how great is our God, I wondered to myself, "Is my heart really singing that our God is great? Or is my head just singing that?"
But as I walked I realized I was holding my answer in my arms.
Two years ago on 9.11.08 I was told the baby in my womb had died.
That very same day my sister lost her job.
That day sucked. A lot.
9.11.01 was a devastating day.
9.11.08 was also a devastating day.
Today, exactly two years later, I walked and sang my DAUGHTER to sleep on the day of her 1st birthday party.
How is that possible? How did I go from an empty womb, with empty arms on 9.11.08 to full arms and a full heart on 9.11.10?
Because our God is great. He turns mourning into dancing and brings beauty from the ashes.
I pray my heart will never forget 9.11.01.
But even more I pray that my heart will never forget to sing how great is our God.