Satisfied

I've had a lot of time for reflection over the last 7 days.  Our house has been plagued by flu, and despite the "great" excuse to be home together as a family for the last week, I've found that it's been anything but fun.  You'd think sitting on the couch with my hubby watching a movie after the girls are in bed would prompt the nice, quiet conversation we look forward to on an evening with nothing but time.  Instead, our conversations run along the lines of, "Can you please pass me a Kleenex?" or, "what time did you last take cough medicine?"  Times like those make me so thankful for health on a regular basis.  My girls have been struggling to stay happy & awake, and we've gone through more tissues around here than seems humanly possible.  I've missed talking with my husband, being with others, and I've missed giggles from my girls.  Okay, though this might sound like one big WWWhhiiinnnnnnnee, I must say that times like this have the power to renew perspective.  I only had one day of sickness (unlike my dear husband, who has been laid up for four days & counting), and I found that I genuinely missed caring for my girls during those 24 hours.  Times like this remind me even more of what a privilege it is to take care of my family.  BUT, beyond that.  I am so thankful for the grace to say that I'm not looking for satisfaction in health or happiness.  I've already found it in Christ... and keep finding it in Christ.  Mommy's been doing a lot of singing to her girls this week.  We've been rocking & cuddling on the couch, and I've had lots of opportunities to sing over my girls.  And as I listened to this song by Matt Maher today, I am unspeakably grateful that God sings over me.  Wow.

      Sing Over Your Children

I flirt with the world

It steals my love for You

My fear grips my faith

And I am left unmoved

Your gaze stops my heart

Your voice fills the dark

Your love is the spark that lights this life

So we rise

Out of the depths you cry

"Come and be satisfied!"

Father, you sing

Father, you sing over Your children

You quiet the storm

Inside my shipwrecked soul

Your Spirit will lead

It calls the wayward home

At the sound of Your name

Our sin is washed away

In Christ we're crucified

In You we die, in You we rise

Out of the depths you cry

"Come and be satisfied!"

Father, you sing

Father, you sing over Your children

Let us see through Your eyes

We are Your great delight

Father, you sing

Father, you sing over Your children

And we're singing along

Your daughters and sons

We're singing Your song

We are Your children.