by Dawn Aldrich
“Would you buy me a music book for Christmas so I can sing the songs?” asked my blond pipe-curled granddaughter. The one who couldn’t yet read or follow notes but always sung from somewhere deep within her soul.
The music called them both, she and her brother, in the middle of the store. They sang and twirled and clapped their hands. Uninhibited soul celebration that couldn’t be stilled. Wasn’t it Jesus who said we should be more like children?
And the song of heaven? It’s part of us, too. Heaven’s song calls soul deep in the midst of busyness and leisure, grief and joy, in want and plenty. It beckons thanksgiving in all things, for all things. And when we lift our earthly bent limbs high toward heaven, thanksgiving unfurls from our lips, our hearts, our souls… and His grace flows.
I don’t understand it, can’t explain it, but heaven’s grace-rain falls-fills to overflowing-as we offer up thanksgiving in all things. Lay anxiety aside, bring everything to heaven’s throne through prayer and thanksgiving, Paul says, and inexplicable peace will flow (Philippians 4:6-7).
Heaven’s song is thanksgiving. Always thanksgiving. Unleash it today, like a little child. Offer it up as a sacrifice of praise and let heaven’s rain overflow in an uninhibited soul celebration!