“Mom. Let’s sing a song.”
19 years old and asking to sing a song with me on a Saturday in the middle of August. For a few years this lovely girl had lost some of her personal voice – her song. I battled cancer and she had battled me battling cancer. Yes. Let’s sing.
“Sure! What song do you want to sing?” We laughed. Started and stopped about 500 (ok,30) times. Finally made it through her song – How Deep the Father’s Love for Us – on a sunny Saturday afternoon in August.
August begins my favorite season.
27 years ago this month I went to South America for a year after high school to work and travel. My mother put me on a plane with a ticket my brother helped purchase to make the adventure happen. I had totaled his car when a drunk driver hit me a few weeks earlier. He sent me to South America. (That’s not really why. But the connection just dawned on me…)
26 years ago this month I started Bible college because of one conversation.
“So, are you excited about classes beginning?” My youth pastor and his wife waited for my answer. I had registered to study Spanish and Journalism at the local university in the Fall.
“No. I’m not.” We were sitting on a dock on a hot July day full of sunshine and water skiing. I never did figure out how to get up on top of the water on skis. And then the question that changed everything.
“Have you ever thought about taking a year and studying Bible? There’s this little school in Binghamton….”
I went home and asked my mother a question that changed everything.
“Mom, what would you and dad think if I went to Bible college for a year?” She lifted the iron from the board piled with laundry and paused mid-air. Completely surprised. A small smile on her face.
“I … think that would be just … fine.”
22 years ago this month… this week… our oldest daughter was born. A moment that changed everything.
Two weeks ago, this month, our younger daughter asked another question. One that will probably change everything.
“Mom, what do you and Dad think I should do this fall?”
Her father told her what he thought. She listened. I smiled a little grin.
“I agree with your dad,” I said.
My daughter’s not taking a plane to South America. But she’s singing a new song. And I can’t wait to hear it.
Have you lost your song? Has one conversation changed everything? Maybe you can’t believe it will ever be for good, if you’re facing a hard challenge? Has the song of someone who loves you been silenced by the the question you have to answer? You will finally make it through. Maybe not in the way you hope; maybe not unscathed, or without loss. But your hope can be secure if you will trust God – the mighty God who will save and who sings over us with joy.
The moment you trust Him changes everything.