I Guess God Thought of Everything

I  grew up in a pastor’s home and learned early in life that it’s good to have a few songs ready to sing at any given moment – especially when we went to my grandparents’ church. Thank goodness Bill and Gloria Gaither had created little 45 vinyl records with kids songs  – there were voices and music on one side and accompaniment-only on the other side.

The records were tucked into books with all the lyrics and illustrations that are still ingrained in my memory.  I would sing those songs to the church people from on top of a wooden box that made me tall enough to peep over the wooden pulpit.

My favorite song was “I Guess God Thought of Everything,” and my favorite verse said:

My eyes can see the diamonds when moonlight’s on the snow,

My ears can hear the birds sing; the friendly rooster crow

My nose can smell the spices of cookies in a row

I guess God thought of everything.

The imagery is simple, but was so powerful to my young mind and heart, and reminded me often that God created each detail of me intentionally so I could find pleasure in His creation and fulfill a special role in this world. This song, in addition to songs like, “I’m Something Special,” It’s A Miracle,” and “I Am A Promise” had a surprisingly strong influence in how I perceived myself and my Creator.

Even through the awkward junior high years, when I was overwhelmed with everything I didn’t like about myself, there was an underlying foundation of belief way down deep that God hadn’t thrown me together willy-nilly only to let me flounder without a purpose or any redeeming qualities. I was created by design.  I especially needed to know that then. Those songs were so foundational in my development! My folks reinforced those messages every single day. But who really believes their parents at that age?! And I can’t imagine my life without having had those important messages ingrained in my heart.

Now fast-forward 25 years after I started singing those songs (okay 35+ years, but who’s counting?!). I still believe every word of those songs. Also? I happen work for the creators of those songs (because God did, in fact, think of EVERYTHING) and they have continued to influence me in countless ways. So hopefully I can use what I am learning from them to make a difference in other lives.

Every now and then I worry for kids who have only Disney Channel role models (most of whom are more “model” than “role model”). The songs so many of tomorrow’s leaders are memorizing never once speak to their incredible value and potential… and never attempt to explain that they were knit together perfectly for eternal purposes!

I’m not a Disney hater – my kids can sing along to some of those songs with the best of them. But I just wanted to put out a reminder to everyone out there, in case you haven’t had the privilege of hearing it lately… God created every single fiber of you with intention and skill. He did a really wonderful job. And whether or not you realize it, your life holds incredible potential (regardless of your current age). You lack nothing you need to fulfill His very best plan for you. He has thought of everything!

A Broken Hallelujah

Today, the kids were out of school in observance of Martin Luther King, Jr.’s birthday. A big part of me wished I had been more intentional in carrying on Dr. King’s work by serving our community, but it was a more of an introspective, quiet experience at our house.

My daughter spent time with a friend and did her customary long bathing ritual. My son did what he usually does when he has time on his hands. He bee-lined for his guitar. His agenda was set in stone when the urge hit him to learn Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah.”

He began working out the accompaniment and asked me to sing along. Within minutes, we were swept away in the song’s haunting melody, weaving the sound of his guitar and my voice with an ease that surprised us both. Every time he messed up, he wanted to start at the beginning until it was right. Within a few minutes, he had nailed it.

Martin Luther King, Jr. once said, “Beautiful music is the art of the prophets that can calm the agitations of the soul; it is one of the most magnificent and delightful presents God has given us.”

If you know anything about our story, you know that Asperger’s Syndrome has certainly resulted in some “agitations of the soul” for our son, and for our whole family. Music has been a healing balm in every way and helped us communicate in ways that words alone couldn’t touch. Today, these lines from “Hallelujah” really hit me…

…I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch,

And love is not a victory march,

It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah…

For our family, there have been victories – “flags on the marble arch” so to speak – but those small victories came out of a love that required sacrifices, more patience than we thought we had, brutal honesty and re-learning how to communicate. Everyone of us has messed up, shed tears, asked forgiveness and tried again. We have felt ill-prepared to love each other well at moments. And those moments certainly were no victory march. But regardless of our brokenness, we are still singing. And today, I finally heard the hallelujah.

When my husband got home, supper was hot and on the table but Jackson wanted him to hear the song before we ate. He couldn’t wait. We sang it for Scott and after the last note, we looked up to see his eyes all filled with tears.

The sight of his tears made Jackson the winner of a bet he had placed with me before Scott got home. He bet $5 that Daddy would cry when he heard the song. We don’t really gamble, and he knows he will never see that money. But that was his way of saying he knew the music we made together was special.

I hope Dr. King would have been pleased that we made beautiful music on his birthday. For us, it was most certainly a present from God.

P.S. The photo used above is one I took of his hands as he played.

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