Bedtime
was the most special time of day for me when my boys were little. No matter how
hectic the day had been, at bedtime we always had some special time together –
to read, to talk, to pray, to sing. (And they weren’t critical of my singing
ability – then.) It gives me joy to picture my Heavenly Father, tucking in his
daughter at night and singing her a lullaby.
In this verse
is revealed that God finds so much joy and delight in us that he breaks into
song.* As someone wrote: “We often underestimate the joy God has in
His people, and too often think God is annoyed or irritated with us.”* Yes,
we break his heart with our rebellion and defiance or our indifference; but
don’t we experience similar sorrow at the hands of our children? How far would
our children have to stray before we would no longer desire to delight in them;
to quiet them with our love; to rejoice over them with singing?
Another writer observes
that when God created the world, it didn’t make him sing; it was the salvation
of his redeemed that caused him to rejoice.* We
are that big of a deal to the all-powerful creator of the universe!
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