I haven't really written about the changes that are underway for our family. I'll get around to doing that soon but suffice it to say I am changing jobs again. It will mean more time with the kids during the day, but it means I won't be at home for bedtime five nights a week. I'll be honest and say bedtime at our house is nuts, but once the dust settles and peace falls upon on the hallways of Casa Lamar, all is right with the world.
Allie has turned into a great sleeper. She's been knocking out 12-hour slumbers for quite a while now. She's not a great napper and typically falls into bed exhausted by her busy day. With my job change on the horizon I've really been trying to savor my bedtime routine with her. She drinks her milk while I read to her, has her teeth brushed and then the lights go out. I stand beside her crib with her head on my shoulder and sing to her. I'm not really a singer so it's a kind of intimate moment between the two of us. I wrap her in her blanket and sway gently while I sing. For some reason I have gravitated to two songs. They aren't really lullabies, but I sing them anyway. I like the sound of them flowing over the top of her little red head. She's never complained so I guess they must be all right. The first song is
What'll I Do? by Irving Berlin. I have the Johnny Mathis version on my iPod. The second song I sing is actually a poem written by Isaac Watts (of
Joy to the World fame). Our church choir sang it two summers ago and I have been singing it ever since. The more I sing it, the more I am beginning to realize it actually is a perfect lullaby.
My Shepherd Will Supply My NeedMy Shepherd will supply my need:
Jehovah is His Name;
In pastures fresh He makes me feed,
Beside the living stream.
He brings my wandering spirit back
When I forsake His ways,
And leads me, for His mercy's sake,
In paths of truth and grace.
When I walk through the shades of death,
Thy presence is my stay;
A word of Thy supporting breath
Drives all my fears away.
Thy hand, in sight of all my foes,
Doth still my table spread;
My cup with blessings overflows,
Thine oil anoints my head.
The sure provisions of my God
Attend me all my days;
O may Thy house be my abode,
And all my work be praise!
There would I find a settled rest,
While others go and come;
No more a stranger, nor a guest,
But like a child at home.