I was doing some work in the living room. It was a rare moment when I had my own music playing and not that of one of the Tweens living in my house. So, country gospel it was. Tree was playing, all together too loudly, around me. All of a sudden he stopped and sat very quiet for a moment. (When you have an active three year old, that sudden quietness stands out). He came over to me and almost whispered, "What is this song?" I told him it was "Amazing Grace." He said okay and went back to playing.
Then, he looked up again. "You singed this to me when I was little baby."
"Yes, sweetie, I did."
And I did. When I was nursing him at two a.m. (and three a.m. and five a.m.) I would sing Amazing Grace in his ear. It was his lullaby. It and Victory in Jesus were sung to him hundreds of times over his first eighteen months. They were sung as much for my sake as they were for his. To keep me calm and quiet when he needed settling.
But he heard. And somehow, today, he remembered.
Don't ever underestimate what you say and sing and teach them! They hear, even when they seem to young to process. And they remember on some level.
And sometimes God is gracious to remind you that investment you are making pays dividends.
Thank you Jesus that those hymn-lullabies are a part of my little boy's memories. Thank you that they will be the foundation of the theology he hears and sees over the next years. Help me to say and model the things that he (and his sisters) need to become the followers of you that you desire. Amen.
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