I’ve had lots of time to ponder the idea of wakeful babies lately, since my 1-year-old has been both teething and sick. Some nights she has not gone to sleep till nearly midnight, just to wake again in the wee hours of the morning. Some time back I determined to make the most of these night wakings. I’m sure some smart, experienced mother gave me the idea. I have learned to figure that if God has me awake at night, it must be for a reason…And it usually seems that that’s a good time for uninterrupted prayer. I’m not always good at this (crying in frustration sometimes wins out…just sayin’…), but my broken nights are so much more peaceful when I use them to pray than when I get frustrated and upset at the sleep I’m missing. I have also found that many times when I begin to pray, baby is able to settle back to sleep. Maybe she senses some of that peacefulness?
Here’s another idea for making time with baby spiritually uplifting. I saw it in mentioned in passing the other day, and realized that I have done this from time to time myself. Great hymns of the faith make beautiful lullabies. They typically have a gentle rhythm and peaceful tune. The words can’t be beat for bringing spiritual encouragement to mom, even when baby is too small to understand. And imagine if baby grows up being familiar with these great, time-tested Christian songs! For that matter, newer hymns and peaceful worship songs work just as well, and impart a greater spiritual legacy than traditional nursery rhymes (not that there is anything wrong with those). Try it! If you don’t know any hymns, get a CD. (Anyone care to recommend one?) Or check out a hymn site such as NetHymnal, which has hundreds (thousands?) of hymns…Read the lyrics, listen to the tunes, and find out more about the hymn’s author.
Here are the words to a favorite old hymn that makes a lovely lullabye:
’Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus,
And to take Him at His Word;
Just to rest upon His promise,
And to know, “Thus says the Lord!”
Jesus, Jesus, how I trust Him!
How I’ve proved Him o’er and o’er
Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus!
O for grace to trust Him more!
O how sweet to trust in Jesus,
Just to trust His cleansing blood;
And in simple faith to plunge me
’Neath the healing, cleansing flood!
Yes, ’tis sweet to trust in Jesus,
Just from sin and self to cease;
Just from Jesus simply taking
Life and rest, and joy and peace.
I’m so glad I learned to trust Thee,
Precious Jesus, Savior, Friend;
And I know that Thou art with me,
Wilt be with me to the end.
And here’s a beautiful modern hymn:
In Christ alone my hope is found;
He is my light, my strength, my song;
This cornerstone, this solid ground,
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of love, what depths of peace,
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
My comforter, my all in all—
Here in the love of Christ I stand.
In Christ alone, Who took on flesh,
Fullness of God in helpless babe!
This gift of love and righteousness,
Scorned by the ones He came to save.
Till on that cross as Jesus died,
The wrath of God was satisfied;
For ev’ry sin on Him was laid—
Here in the death of Christ I live.
There in the ground His body lay,
Light of the world by darkness slain;
Then bursting forth in glorious day,
Up from the grave He rose again!
And as He stands in victory,
Sin’s curse has lost its grip on me;
For I am His and He is mine—
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.
No guilt in life, no fear in death—
This is the pow’r of Christ in me;
From life’s first cry to final breath,
Jesus commands my destiny.
No pow’r of hell, no scheme of man,
Can ever pluck me from His hand;
Till He returns or calls me home—
Here in the pow’r of Christ I’ll stand.