Lullaby

     Lullabies. Remember them? You were small and the night was big. You were scared and the dark was bold. You were vulnerable and the monster under the bed was anything but.
     And so... lullabies.
     Sweet, soothing melodies sung by compassionate parents, talented singers, well-loved CDs.
     And voila.
     An army of music notes won the battle, and sleep was yours to claim.
     Lullabies. Remember?
     Of course, the last time you heard a lullaby was probably because it was playing for your child, or your charge, or someone much younger than you. Lullabies, after all, are for babies. Young ones. Those who are weak and afraid and need some reassurance. And you're strong now. You don't need them. Right?
    Well... wrong.
     You may not be plagued by the monster under the bed anymore, but ceaselessly your boat is tossed by the winds and waves of life, is it not?
     Sickness. Sorrow. Bills. Bullies. Bad days. Death. Loss. Defeat.
     The darkness has descended on your frail and trembling soul, but you fear there's no way out of this mess. After all, you're on your own now. Right?
     Wrong again.
     Even when you're all grown up, even when you're on your own, even when you've lost the music--you are not alone.
     You are not too strong for a lullaby. And you never will be.
     In your darkest moments, don't depend on yourself. Open your heart and your head to the lullabies you once knew--maybe even the ones you never heard before.
     It is there in the endless darkness that hope will rise anew. Welcome the song, embrace the music.
     Let the lullaby of God see you through your darkest night. 🍂