"I love you, Lord…. and I lift my voice to worship you, oh my soul. rejoice. Take joy my King in what you hear, may it be a sweet, sweet sound in your ear."
Joy listened to the strains of music coming from the Christian TV station. She loved getting up early on Sunday mornings. The quiet time before the kids woke up was precious. With her husband working weekends in another town, she had to dress and feed the girls; twin toddlers and five-year-old Emma. Blake was eight and quite independent- he would even entertain the babies or read with his Kindergarten-age sister while Joy worked with the others. Sundays were the most difficult. The twins would entertain themselves in their cribs for a while on the other days. Sundays involved four kids and one deadline- Sunday School and church at 9:00. She popped the muffins into the oven. She had many childhood memories of waking up on Sundays to smells of fresh bakery: she wanted her kids to have the same.
The familiar praise song repeated. She sat down in front of the TV with her French vanilla cappuccino. A man in black clothing interpreted the song with graceful sign language while the worship leader sang.
The interpreter fascinated Joy and she found herself imitating the signs. The sign for “sweet” involved gently rubbing the lips with two fingers. The interpreter’s facial expression looked like he was thinking “yummy.” Joy tried it. Sweet. Yumm. It was sort of like when Joy sipped her cappuccino. “WOW- so this is what it is like for God when I sing to worship him- sweet.
She watched more carefully. The signs for worship and rejoice involved circular motions. It felt like dancing. She began to dance around the family room.
“Mom, what are you doing?” Blake’s voice startled her and she turned and laughed.
“Hi, honey. Look at the man signing on T.V. Try it with me,” she said.
They danced and sang and signed together. “Doesn’t sweet seem more sweet when you do the sign?” Joy asked?
“Yes, and lifting my voice is more lift-able when we do the sign for that,” answered Blake.
The song ended and they hugged and laughed.
“Mom, you are _________,” said Blake as he signed “sweet” with his two fingers on his lips.
“You are (sweet) too,” she signed and we better hurry for the sweet muffins.
“And I think I hear the sweet sounds of Emma and Annie and Alana,” added Blake, just as they heard Annie and Alana fussing in their cribs.
“Mom, I think we have some others lifting their voices,” joked Blake.
Joy laughed and flashed a prayer to God.
"Help me to remember these precious moments, God….. when my life is so busy, help me to think of it as a song…. singing and signing ….. with sharps and flats and incidentals- but always with the strong harmony of your love. Help me to always be a melody for you."
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