O Victory in Jesus
A blog by Kerry, from a mom’s world 🙂
As many of you know, we are the parents of four fantastic little kiddos. We have three daughters, ages six, four and two, and we have a son who is five months old. They keep us laughing, playing and praying a lot! We truly are incredibly blessed with our family. All of our children were and are extremely happy and “easy” babies. Very rarely have we experienced the inconsolable crying of an infant. Praise the Lord. But in the times that we have, with each child we have had the same approach.
I, Kerry, was reminded of this approach this week as our son Lynon had a difficult time. It surprisingly drew me into worshipping the Lord, so I wanted to share that moment with you.
It was lunchtime. I had set the table and called the girls to sit and eat their lunch of PB&J sandwiches and apple slices. I was starving and had prepared a steaming bowl of leftover soup for myself and placed it at the place between Rylee and Maddy. They have a hard time sitting by each other at lunch sometimes :). Just as a I sat to join the girls for our meal, Lynon began screaming. Soup will have to wait. That’s how it goes as parents sometimes, huh? I slowly picked Lynon up from his bouncy seat that was resting beside my chair at the lunch table and began cradling him. “What’s wrong, buddy?” More cries. Insert paci. Still more cries. Swaying and rocking and humming and bouncing and petting and patting. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I don’t know what you need.” More screams. This is very unlike our Lynon. He’s normally cooing away in a sweet, rhythmic lilt.
It’s time to bring out the big guns. It’s time to sing about Jesus.
Now standing with Lynon in my arms, a medley of “Jesus Loves Me”, “Tis So Sweet to Trust in Jesus” and “There’s Something about that Name” is sung softly and slowly aaaaand repetitively as I pace back and forth. It’s my prayer for Jesus to intervene and pour out His peace.
Time drags on. The girls are remarkably quiet as they eat their lunch and intensely watch me sing and sway.
Taylor, our oldest, interjects, “Momma, what about your soup? It’s gonna get cold.”
“Thanks for your concern, but the soup will have to wait. Sometimes, even though I’m hungry, it’s more important for me to take care of y’all and love on y’all.” I had to put that tiny reminder to them of how I want to serve them! 😉
She nods and returns to eating her sandwich.
Loud cries continue from our little boy.
Then little voices begin singing with me. The beautiful sound of three little girls singing Jesus’ name. No one is impatient or flustered with the unending screams of a pained infant. Just three little girls looking up with blackberry jelly on their faces singing “Jesus, Jesus, how I trust him …. Jesus loves me this I know…”
I began slowly singing “Victory in Jesus” and the girls grew silent. Our oldest daughter hung on every word.
She asked me to sing it again. I sang it again and enunciated the words a little better. I can’t believe she hasn’t heard me sing this song before! As I’m singing it a second time, my heart grabs onto the words:
“I heard an old, old story how a Savior came from glory
How he gave his life on Calvary to save a wretch like me
I heard about his groaning, of his precious blood’s atoning
Then I repented of my sin and won the victory.
I heard about his healing, of his cleansing power revealing
How he made the lame to walk again and caused the blind to see
And then I cried “Dear Jesus, come and heal my broken spirit,”
And somehow Jesus came and brought to me the victory.
O Victory in Jesus, my Savior forever
He sought me and bought me with his redeeming blood.
He loved me ere I knew him
And all my love is due him
He plunged me to victory beneath the cleansing flood.”
The girls are finishing up their lunch as Lynon finally begins to simmer down and snuggle against me. My heart is at rest. And my heart is full of worship to the Lord.
“How he made the lame to walk again and caused the blind to see. And then I cried, Dear Jesus, come and heal my broken spirit…”
Wow. What a great song. What great words. Jesus! There’s just something about Him!
The Scriptures are true when Jesus says, “Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.” John 14:27. The Lord consistently uses those moments of inconsolable crying to amaze me with the power of His peace. I’m confident the singing of His name does something for our baby’s heart, but I really think it works a miracle in my own heart. It diffuses the frustration; it calms my emotions. It brings peace to a loud and uncontrolled situation and helps us to steady our spirits and care for our baby in a loving, patient and kind way.
When the crying finally stops, it’s as if the Lord has calmed the raging sea. The quietness seems extreme because it just followed such intense uproar. So still; so calm.
Does this type of worship follow every moment of inconsolable crying? No. Do my girls always respond to Lynon’s crying with such grace? Absolutely not. But there are plenty of times that this regular, everyday experience turns into one of worship.
Only Jesus can do that.
You should try it. Test Him. See if speaking His name and praying to Him to intervene changes you.
Jesus, Jesus, How I trust Him
How I’ve proved him over and over!
Jude 1:24-25 To him who is able to keep you from stumbling and to present you before his glorious presence without fault and with great joy— to the only God our Savior be glory, majesty, power and authority, through Jesus Christ our Lord, before all ages, now and forevermore! Amen