This memory keeps coming back to me. Usually it means I need to share it.
The night that Rory passed away, Lance and I gathered our boys and went to my parent’s house.
There were a lot of people at the house. In the family room and in the front yard.
A lot of hugs.
A lot of questions.
A lot of disbelief.
A lot of sorrow.
A lot of falling tears.
In the middle of this tragedy, the three boys started to sing a children’s song from our church.
Their voices broke through the sorrow.
Their voices united them in their brotherhood. In their fear. In their strength.
As I was just trying to process what had happened. They were already searching for peace. In the best way they knew how. Music.
These are the words they sang that night:
Heavenly Father, are you really there?
And do you hear and answer ev’ry child’s prayer?
Some say that heaven is far away,
But I feel it close around me as I pray.
Heavenly Father, I remember now
Something that Jesus told disciples long ago:
“Suffer the children to come to me.”
Father, in prayer I’m coming now to thee.
Pray, he is there;
Speak, he is list’ning.
You are his child;
His love now surrounds you.
He hears your prayer;
He loves the children.
Of such is the kingdom, the kingdom of heav’n.
My boys face pain. Everyday.
The life they are living is different now. It’s harder. They carry a burden they can’t quite process and don’t fully understand.
I think back to that moment and tears instantly begin to fall.
They are light.
They are love.
These boys are my hope.
4 thoughts on “And Then They Sang”
Thanks for sharing. Music brings the Spirit like nothing else I know. What sweet boys.
It’s so true. I’m so grateful for music.
Love your boys. I cannot even imagine how precious those moments were when they sang. I feel some of the spirit that came just by reading this. They are warriors battling through everyday life for sure. Love you Stephanie. Thank you for sharing. So glad your boys bring the light, the love and the hope into your life sweet mama.
Love you, Cindy.