During the drive home from church, our six-year-old son, Ian, showed us a harmonica that he had won for memorizing some Bible verses. It was a quality instrument - not a cheapie, like I'd expect. He was playing it well, so Jim and I allowed him to continue harmonizing in the car. At first, the melodies coming out of the harmonica were just gorgeous. After a few minutes, Ian's songs became a bit......EXUBERANT.
The noise woke up our new baby, Dennis, who immediately started screaming. Ian decided to play his harmonica to "help the baby go back to sleep". What resulted was the world's most horrible cacophony. Jim was driving, and I am certain that he was having a difficult time concentrating. I was about to say something to Ian regarding his performance style when I started laughing uncontrollably. I giggled so hard that I snorted. Tears began streaming down my face, and when I looked at a very confused Jim, trying to explain myself, I couldn't get enough breath to tell him.
I got carried away because, in that moment, I was so thankful to have TWO kids making noise in my car. After five long years of prayer, going through the trauma of three miscarriages, unsuccessful fertility treatments, and the pain of a failed adoption, to finally be able to hear my children brought me overwhelming joy. I could have listened to that noisy harmonica playing with a screaming baby "singing" the chorus in the background forever and never have gotten tired of it. Thank you, God!
Friday, February 12, 2010
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