There is this song. I’ve heard it at three very significant times in my life.

Come and listen

come to the water’s edge

all you who know and fear the Lord.

Come and listen

come to the water’s edge

all you who are thirsty, come.

The first time was Afton’s first bath. We meant for him to be born in that bathtub, but we were so…(ahem)…efficient…that I delivered him while the tub was still filling. So he and I took his first bath together when he was less than an hour old, and Vince turned on the music softly for us as I cuddled this new, chubby little person and washed birth muck off of both of us. It was the first song that played and the only one I remember.

Let me tell you what He has done for me.

The second time was Chamberlain’s birth. She was our fourth full-term delivery and our second experience at a midwifery, and thanks to Afton we knew the tub needed to be filled early. This song played while I labored in the water for this little girl that I somehow knew would have dark hair and eyes.

The third time was the Sunday after she was born…she was two days old and Vince took the older kids to church and I stayed home to rest. And little tiny dark-haired Chamberlain and I took a warm, shallow bath together, the sun streaming through the window in a house that was strangely quiet as we snuggled in the water…and this song played again.

Let me tell you what He has done for me,

He has done for you,

He has done for us.

I’m listening to it again right now. The sky is dark and there are no babies in our house, but it is still a time of labor and birth and washing.

Come and listen,

come and listen to what He’s done.

Praise our God for He is good.

– David Crowder Band

He is good.

He is good.

This is the eve of our wedding anniversary and we are at the water’s edge again, on the threshold of a new birth of all that He has for us in the days ahead. We are learning to listen like never before.

Alone and quiet.

Aloud and together.

And He speaks to us tonight as our kids are falling asleep and I look back on sixteen years and ahead to many more.

He says, I’m still doing. I’m not done yet.

*This is day fourteen of the Wait and Listen series. The other posts are here.