(This is the eleventh of 12 entries in a photo/story series we shared over on Facebook & Instagram. We wanted to share it here on our site for those of you who are flying under the social media radar or who are just plain itching to see it again.)
I wrote this one at 3 am after getting home from work at a children’s hospital in Indy. It was quite the sobering experience. I once saw a metal crib being pushed through the hall & it hit me—it was for either a sick baby or one in need of surgery…a baby who didn’t choose their situation…how in the hell is that even fair?
Fairness. A question I’d been wrestling with for some time. I was aware that these things were happening all around me all the time. This was only a few years after my youngest brother was stillborn & a few years before my son passed away at 2 days old.
Somehow, when tragedy is so prominent, the spirit of Love I wrote this song about is most on the move. The spirit, or “Lovebird” as I refer to it as, is singing most loudly. Making us aware. Redeeming. Running underneath everything. All of the sudden, the intense desperation we constantly live in, yet try so hard to shut up, becomes our desire for something more: for our pain to be meaningful.
It only seemed right to ask a group of our best friends to help add vocals at the end of this one. The gang repeatedly sang the lines “sing over me, come set me free.”
That’s what I want. To be aware. To be set free by the truth. To know that God is in control & using all of this ridiculous pain for our good.
📷: Joylily Photography (https://www.joylilyphoto.com)