A few years ago I was privileged to babysit for a very delightful baby who was seven weeks old at the time I started babysitting for him (and who, I believe, will be 6 years old this year). I was able to watch him every day for 2-1/2 years, and it was during that time that I began making up and singing a song to him while I rocked him to sleep. Now I am singing this same song to my own grandson and will share this song with yet another grandchild as well.

The song is simple, yet I find myself humming and singing it even when my grandson, Gryphon, is not around. It makes me smile and fills me with utmost joy. The scripture says that “we should make a joyful noise unto the Lord with singing…” and that is what I have endeavored to do by sharing this song with you. It is in the Key of F; and although you can not hear it, I hope that you can visualize yourself singing, laughing, and dancing under the sun, moon, and stars with your own children and/or grandchildren as well.

Nana’s Song
(I’m Singing Under the Sun with You)

I’m singing under the sun with you, singing under the sun with you.
I’m singing under the sun with you. Nana’s singing under the sun…with you.

I’m laughing under the sun with you, laughing under the sun with you.
I’m laughing under the sun with you. Nana’s laughing under the sun…with you.

I’m dancing under the sun with you, dancing under the sun with you.
I’m dancing under the sun with you. Nana’s dancing under the sun…with you.

I’m singing under the moon with you, singing under the moon with you.
I’m singing under the moon with you. Nana’s singing under the moon…with you.

I’m laughing under the moon with you, laughing under the moon with you.
I’m laughing under the moon with you. Nana’s laughing under the moon…with you.

I’m dancing under the moon with you, dancing under the moon with you.
I’m dancing under the moon with you. Nana’s dancing under the moon…with you.

I’m singing under the stars with you, singing under the stars with you.
I’m singing under the stars with you. Nana’s singing under the stars with you.

I’m laughing under the stars with you, laughing under the stars with you.
I’m laughing under the stars with you. Nana’s laughing under the stars with you.

I’m dancing under the stars with you, dancing under the stars with you.
I’m dancing under the stars with you. Nana’s dancing under the stars with you.

Singing and playing the keyboard has always been a very important part of my life and imparting music to children at school, VBS, church camps, etc. has been very rewarding and such a delight, especially when they begin swinging their arms and legs and begin moving to the beat. At this time, Gryphon does this a great deal while we are watching a PBS program and/or just playing with some hand-held musical instruments. He really loves playing the penny whistle and the little drum playset.

The Book of Psalms is filled with singing and dancing before the Lord, and I believe that music can give one a sense of freedom in our worship to God and enriches our lives immensely. If I am tired or having an “off” day, music helps to change my attitude. Whenever I am out and about–grocery store, restaurant, and/or at church–and see a young child who appears to be fussy/crying, it is amazing how quickly a smile or humming of a tune from my mouth gets such a positive reaction back from them.

Jesus said, “Let the little children come unto me…” I truly believe that adults can really make a difference in a child’s life and that is why I have enjoyed working with children so much. Jesus also said that we should come to Him “as a little child” does. As adults we often forget what it was like being a little child–so innocent, carefree, and trusting. Sometimes we often allow the “cares of this world” to cloud our minds. Let us be reminded of the promises that Jesus has given us throughout His Word so that we can trust Him more and truly take to heart that “all things work together for our good.”

May the Lord bless you and guide you in all that you endeavor to do for Him today.

Blessings,
Yvonne

Reading: “Miracle at the Higher Grounds Cafe” by Max Lucado.