A Sad Melody

Two years ago a pretty little melody was heard from across the ocean.

 

 

It was just a quiet song, sung by the tiniest of babes, but it was heard by two people who dropped everything to answer her call.

 

 

 

 

 

Her song was precious and true.

 

 Once they heard her singing it - they just had to bring her home...

 

 

...  so that they could hear her little voice all through their days.

 

 

Her little songs filled them with such delight that they began to listen for another little melody to sing along with her.

 

Their hearts were set on going back to the same place.

 

They believed that the melody they were looking for was going to be packaged just like the first.  Tiny.  Sweet.  Another precious little song. 

 

They began to listen.  Pray.  Wonder.

 

But instead of a song, they heard the sad sounds of doors being shut.  Locks turned.  Guards stepping in place.

 

The songs in that place were silenced.

 

They cried in the silence.  Prayed.  Wondered.

 

Then another song.  From a totally different place. 

 

Another melody.

 

This one nothing like the first.

 

This song was tragic and pleading.  A sad melody.  It was a song from one whose voice was older, strained and tired.

 

One who lived in a place of fear and sorrow.  One who would forever be rejected in her world.

 

They heard.

 

This man and this woman,  They heard the song.

 

It was a different score.  It was nothing like what they expected.

 

But they heard and the sad melody rang true into their hearts.

 

 

 

They were coming.  Coming. 

 

The road has been hard.  Much harder than they anticipated.

 

Death.  Sickness. 

 

They have spent much time in the last months bathed in tears and grief.

 

But through it all, their faith has carried them. 

 

Clinging to the ONLY ONE who can give them comfort in their distress.

 

But I will sing of your strength,

    in the morning I will sing of your love;

for you are my fortress,

    my refuge in times of trouble.

 You are my strength, I sing praise to you;

    you, God, are my fortress,

    my God on whom I can rely.


They have fixed their eyes on the God of Comfort and have set their course to free one who is trapped in her sad melody.

It wasn't the melody they expected.  It is most definitely the melody that God intended.

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We wait.  With hushed anticipation.  We wait for the Conductor to begin. 

 

Not yet though.

 

Not all have arrived.

 

So we wait.