And I’ve been thinking about when a father sings over his children.
When my kids were newly born I would sing to them as close as someone can get to another person and still sing. I loved singing into their little faces without them telling me I was embarrassing them.
They endured every note — even if they were sleeping. Even if they made a funny face I just blamed it on something else.
I assume they loved hearing my voice.
As they’ve gotten older I’ve been more selective with my swooning. I try not to serenade them when they are around their friends. (Unless I know the friend would appreciate what I am bringing to the table.) I also try not to sing to them while they’re sleeping as often as I used to.
I sing to them and with them because that is where I find joy. I find joy in who they are and love who they are becoming.
What if I told you that the Father in heaven is always singing over his children? Would it make you uncomfortable? Does it even sound consistent with who you believe God to be?
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Jason Martin 