One Song: Healing and Leaving A Godly Legacy

It felt as if I was back to being that young girl who desperately needed Jesus. The one with the broken family and broken heart. The insecure and lost girl who needed to be loved deeply by her father.

And as I sang the words to my son, I couldn’t help but think of all the things I had gone through and all the things the Lord had brought me through since age 14 to land right at this exact moment in time. The cycles and generational curses that had to be torn down. The times the Lord had taken me back after falling away. And how incredibly unworthy I was, yet He had mercy on me and blessed me.

I just couldn’t believe I was living a miracle. Not just the miracle of conceiving after a diagnosis of infertility. But the miracle of being able to pass on a godly legacy. Something I didn’t have growing up and longed for so badly as a young girl.

And because I know now what I didn’t know then–in the naivety of being a teenager–of God going before me and directing my steps, I was overcome with gratitude and adoration and emotion for my King, my Father. It was a full-circle moment where I felt the love, protection, and healing from my Heavenly Father.

It’s instances like that where He binds up wounds of the past you never knew were still there. It’s those moments God foresees and patiently waits to make you aware of just how far you’ve come in Him, and how faithful He is, and how deep and wide and high His love is for you.

As I sang each word and heard him singing with me, I was fully aware I was living in what once were just hopes and dreams. I was living in the goodness of God. Nothing else can explain this but God’s goodness. Nothing else could be more pure and sacred. And I hadn’t felt that close to God as I felt that night in a long time.

God orchestrated this moment for my healing, for a young boy’s faith to be built up, and for God’s glory to be known. Tears streamed down my face as I pressed my head against the rails of his crib. And felt his small hands in mine. How innocent he was. How innocent I once was. And how beautiful it was that, despite not having a godly legacy to guide me, God allowed me to build one for the generations to come. 

Prayer:
Thank you, Jesus, for sweet moments in your presence. One song. One moment in your presence. One touch of your Spirit. Where hurts are redeemed and hearts are restored. And lives are forever changed. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. And I pray and hope and believe my legacy will be one of loving you, with all my heart, soul, and strength. And my children and every generation thereafter, too.