My mother passed away suddenly before my children were born 13 years ago. Before then, I was considered an emotional person, perfectly capable of crying. For whatever reason or another, tears have not easily fallen for me since then. I remember crying for my best friend a few years after he was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis, but even that took a few years. I mention it because I pulled over today in tears listening to a song written by a man named Steve Camp that influenced me when I was younger. I’m going to post the lyrics and make a brief comment on why it struck me today.
LYRICS:
You came into our home one Spring, A helpless bundle of joy: The innocence of a young one, Love employs. Theres a tenderness in your heart, Your mother’s sweetness in your soul. And a fire from your father, To burn against the cold. The first time you called me daddy, my heart leaped though the sky, Then I was struck by the reality of what laid before my eyes, Oh Lord I cried, I wanna be……
Shade for the children, A shelter from the storm. To be a place where they can grow. In the ways of the Lord. To train up my child, to live a pure and godly life. Through the struggles and fears, Dreams and tears of every day, to be shade for the children.
And if you ever stray, Know that we have prayed the Lord would bring you home. And with every step you take, You’ll discover, You were never alone, and when you have grown I pray you’ll be shade for the children.
COMMENTS: Introducing my children to experiences with the Living God is a way of providing them shade in the future when life gets hot. When our children are very young, they think Mom and Dad are the equivalent of superheroes. When I dropped the food off to Third Phase last week, the women inside basically confirmed to my daughter the notion that her Dad was a superhero, and she just beamed as bright as any light you can imagine as they were describing how they felt about her daddy. The fact that I am not will be our little secret until she figures it out, so don’t tell her otherwise.
Someday, there may come a time that she may not think her daddy is too swift, but I can rest secure in the knowledge that encounters with God and His heart at a young age will give her more “shade” than I could ever hope to provide for her, and that His mighty yet gracious hand will guide her in the times when she may not want my help or advice.