Lord, do you remember
when I was six?
Do you remember that
my favorite song was
“You Needed Me?”
Do you remember how I would sing that song
at the top of my lungs
every time it came
on the radio?
Do you remember
how much
I loved that song?
Do you remember the day
at Michelle’s house?
My song came on,
and I just couldn’t
contain myself!
I stood in her bedroom chair,
closed my eyes,
raised my arms
and sang.
I sang as loud
as I could!
I thought my heart
would burst open!
I remember that
You were there.
I remember that.
I remember that I couldn’t
begin to comprehend you
or understand You,
but I remember
Your Presence.
And I remember
that I knew You.
My little six-year-old spirit
knew your Spirit.
My innocent and free
six-year-old heart
was bursting with joy because
somehow,
someway,
knew You were there—
Smiling over me,
loving me,
rejoicing with me,
rejoicing over me,
celebrating over my
six-year-old
praise of Love.
I remember being
overwhelmed with Love,
and being wrapped in Love
as I sang and sang
with my eyes closed
and my heart wide open.
I was six.
And you were there.
You’ve always
been there.
You’ve never left me.
And you are here now.
Thank you, Lord.
Thank you for remembering.
Thank you for reminding me.
I will remember
that you have never
stopped singing over me—
You have never stopped
celebrating me.
Even when you
seem silent,
You never stop
rejoicing over me—
Your child,
Your daughter,
Your beloved.
I will remember
and celebrate
that truth today, Lord,
And I will join you
in song,
even if only
in my heart.
I will rejoice that
you see me
and love me.
That you dance
over me
with wild abandon.
“This is my child!
I love her so much!”
I have never been loved
as well as I
have been
loved by you.
May I remember
that today.
You are here.
And I am loved.
Thank you, Lord.
“But Mary kept all these things in her heart and thought about them often.”
Luke 2:19
