Our Three Songs
Music plays in my head all day. Choose three songs…the choice is almost as impossible as picking my favorite organs. (The ones that keep me kickin’, not the musical instruments.)
However, I must admit, three happen to be currently at the top of my cerebral playlist.
First, a quick backstory for those who haven’t read other posts:
Hubby and I adopted two kids (5 & 7 when they came to us via foster care). My good friend, an English teacher, says bambinos are “children,” not kids. “Kids” are baby goats. In our case, “kids” is accurate; a herd of goats would have been less destructive. More often, we call them the wild hyenas. During the first six months, if they were conscious, we couldn’t let them out of our sight. With one who couldn’t conk out until after midnight, and one who woke screaming almost every morning at 3 am, sleep was a pipe dream (pun intended). Our social worker frequently made clear her opinion that we were under-qualified as parents, and all four of us were terrified she would show up and pack them off to destinations unknown. Both children communicated mostly by screaming, crying, and shrieking. We prayed things would get better, but just weren’t convinced it would happen. Some days, Hubby and I were ready to give up (and so were the hyenas).
Staring at a stop sign (actually, at a red light)
Watching people drive by (yep, there they go…take me with you!!)
T Mac on the radio (in this case, Mandisa on the radio)
Got so much on your mind (will these kids survive to age 18? Will we survive them?)
Nothing’s really going right (are you reading my mind?)
Looking for a ray of hope (ANY DAY NOW)
Whatever it is you may be going through (what are we NOT going through?)
I know He’s not gonna let it get the best of you (thank God.)
You’re an overcomer (not feeling it)
Stay in the fight ‘til the final round (if you say so…)
You’re not going under (sure feels like drowning)
‘Cause God is holding you right now (rescue me!)
You might be down for a moment (no kidding)
Feeling like it’s hopeless (that’s right)
That’s when He reminds You (hey….)
That you’re an overcomer (I am?)
You’re an overcomer (I SO AM! We are GOING TO MAKE IT!)
By the end of the song, I felt so much better and incredibly encouraged. The kids now know this song by heart, and we all belt it out together when KLove plays “our” song.
For almost two years, our boy woke up screaming. PTSD is a nasty, horrible affliction no one should have to experience, especially a child. About halfway through the second year, he heard the Newsboys sing “God’s Not Dead.” Something about that particular song resonated with him, particularly the line about “roaring like a lion.” He’d been roaring for a really long time (both figuratively and literally). Slowly, we began to experience a change. Instead of being startled awake by screams, we were serenaded. Loudly, mind you (this kid can project like no child I’ve ever heard), but singing instead of screaming. Bliss.
Let love explode and bring the dead to life
A love so bold to bring a revolution somehow
Now I’m lost in Your freedom
In this world I’ll overcome
My God’s not dead
He’s surely alive
He’s living on the inside
Roaring like a lion
Roaring, He’s roaring, roaring like a lion
Stepping through the scene
There’s You and there’s a very different Me
Touchdown, You had me at believe
You had me at believe, You did
Where would I be?
You rescued me
You are mine, I am Yours
You rescued me
And I am Yours forever
You saved me, remade me,
Where would i be?
I’d be packing my bags when I need to stay
I’d be chasing every breeze that blows my way
I’d be building my kingdom just to watch it fade away
That’s me without you
Don’t know where I’d be without you
This last, even more than the others, my boy and I have claimed for ourselves. Whenever it plays, he shouts, “Mama, our song!” If we’re home, we dance around the kitchen. For a child who was constantly packing bags (or having them packed on his behalf) and who had a 3 cm hole in his tiny heart, this song is profound. Who knows where he’d be? Definitely packing bags, and perhaps not alive much longer, if God had not brought him straight to us.
So. Those are my three. What are yours?
**Images found on Google.
Posted on September 19, 2014, in Writing101 and tagged adopt, adopted, adopting, adoption, blogging101, children, daughter, Mandisa, music, Newsboys, parent, parenting, TobyMac, writing101. Bookmark the permalink. 19 Comments.