Have you ever heard God sing?
We know that He does sing. Zephaniah 3:17 tells us so.
The Lord your God is in your midst,
a mighty one who will save;
he will rejoice over you with gladness;
he will quiet you by his love;
he will exult over you with loud singing.
So, have you ever heard God sing??
I have on many occasions.
What did it sound like?
Well, it sounded a lot like my own voice.
(Not that my voice is especially heavenly or anything. ;))
When I hear God singing to me it’s often in the moments that my hands are working and my mind is running free, bouncing from thought to thought and not resting on a single one for very long.
And then in the background comes a melody loud and clear.
It’s lyrics are always familiar. (Maybe one day God will sing me a new song and bless me with the gift of song writing!! That would be cool.)
How do I KNOW it’s the voice of the LORD?
I know it’s him because when God sings to me it’s a song that I haven’t been singing recently. We haven’t sang it at church. I haven’t heard it on the radio. It just pops in my head from out of nowhere but feels like it’s always been there.
In these moments I smile because I’m reminded that God, the creator of the universe, is aware of me. I who’s only 1 of the 7 billion people on this planet, am on His mind. That thought, the thought that God knows me, knit me in my mother’s womb, knows the number of unruly hairs on my head, has numbered my days, has a plan for me that includes a hope and a future, is mind blowing to me.
Not only is He aware of me and my numerous risings and resting but His very own spirit indwells my body. And sometimes His spirit communes with mine through song.
I love it.
His singing to me is a very special part of my relationship with Him.
So, what has been His song of choice most recently?
An old hymn written in the late 1800s entitled
He Leadeth Me! O Blessed Thought
I was standing at my overflowing kitchen sink, gloves on tight to prevent the ever dreaded “dish-pan hands”, scrubbing away the remnants of my latest culinary endeavor from what seemed a never ending ocean of dinnerware. Because this is a task that I do approximately 5 trillion times a week, my body was on auto pilot and my mind was left to wander.
The mind is an amazing thing. One can have multiple streams of thoughts going on simultaneously. And in the rushing river of my mind I begin to hear my own voice singing:
He leadeth me! O blessed thought! …….skipping through the verses and then going into the chorus….He leadeth me, He leadeth me, by His own hand He leadeth me:
It took me a minute to realize I was being serenaded.
I took off my gloves, went to my piano, grabbed a hymnal and began to play and sing the song
He leadeth me, O blessed thought!
O words with heav’nly comfort fraught!
Whate’er I do, where’er I be
Still ’tis God’s hand that leadeth me.
He leadeth me, He leadeth me,
By His own hand He leadeth me;
His faithful foll’wer I would be,
For by His hand He leadeth me.
Sometimes ’mid scenes of deepest gloom,
Sometimes where Eden’s bowers bloom,
By waters still, o’er troubled sea,
Still ’tis His hand that leadeth me.
Lord, I would place my hand in Thine,
Nor ever murmur nor repine;
Content, whatever lot I see,
Since ’tis my God that leadeth me.
And when my task on earth is done,
When by Thy grace the vict’ry’s won,
E’en death’s cold wave I will not flee,
Since God through Jordan leadeth me.
As I poured over the lyrics I began to feel frightened thinking, “what am I about to walk through!?”
Unfortunately, my natural tendency is to fear rather than trust. And it’s then that God whispers to me Romans 8:15
For you did not receive a spirit of slavery to fall back into fear, but you received the Spirit of adoption, by whom we cry out, “Abba, Father!”
I am thankful that my God sings to me. I am thankful that He encourages me through song and through His word. I am thankful that He is true to His promises and His name is El Hanne’eman (The Faithful God Deut. 7:9).
So tomorrow when I feel afraid of what my future holds I have a song that reminds me that whatever I do and wherever I be it is still God’s hand that is leading me.
Tis beautiful music.