I’m 45 years old and I downloaded a Justin Bieber song.
Sure it was a while ago, but the lyrics came to mind this week.
As long as you love me, we could be starving, we could be homeless, we could be broke.
Now that’s sweet.
This last weekend Brian and I went camping up in the mountains. I carried Savannah on my back in a cool little pack and Brian carried all the rest of our gear – tent, sleeping bags, diapers, food and a million other “just in case” essentials.
And yet I was the one to get all the compliments from the other hikers.
“Wow, way to go.”
“Good job, Mom.”
Brian carried twice the weight and received half the glory.
I married a good man.
So we got to the campsite, six miles up a long and winding trail. By the time we arrived, I was drenched from head to toe in sweat and my shoulders were aching. I was thrilled to see the cabin where we could check in and Savannah was thrilled to see all the other hikers. She doesn’t know a lot of words yet, but it doesn’t seem to matter. She’ll hold a conversation with just about anyone as long as they nod at her animated noises.
We finally headed off to our site, set up our tent and nestled into our jammies. I wondered at Savannah. This was her first time out in the wild. Her first time camping. Her first time hiking.
Would she hold up?
I wasn’t sure what a dark night and the cold mountain air might bring. I could picture us trying to rock her as she wailed at the injustice of it all. Where is my crib? What have you done? Why is there a bear nibbling on my ear?
We laid out our sleeping bags and snuggled her in between us. She pulled her blankie up to her nose and looked around.
Her eyelids did the sleepy shuffle and Brian and I exchanged smiling glances above her head. This just might work!
The sky darkened and Brian and I whispered a sweet conversation until our own bodies settled in.
At home Savannah usually wakes at 4 a.m. I’ll sneak in, give her a pacifier and off she’ll go to dreamland again. On this trip she woke up several more times than usual. Maybe it was the dark, the noise of the fellow campers, the colder night air.
I thought she might get undone, but instead, she woke up and reached out her hand. She touched my chest, “Mama.” She reached over to Brian, “Papa.”
And went back to sleep.
Four or five times through the night, “Mama,” “Papa.” Back to sleep.
She didn’t care if it was cold. Dark. Different. As long as we were there, she was fine.
I had a tougher week this week. My heart was hurt. I was tempted to pout, wail, ball up my fists. But then I remembered Savannah and her nighttime touches, and instead I imagined myself curling into my God’s arms, tapping his chest, “Papa.”
He’s there. I’m safe. And as long as he loves me, I can face anything.
Enter Justin Bieber: As long as you love me, we could be homeless, we could be starving, we could be broke.
Of course the week didn’t bring anything near as dramatic as all that, but the song came to mind. And yes, that’s why I downloaded a Justin Bieber song at 45 years old. It makes me think of my God and it reminds me of what’s important, no matter what this life brings.
He loves me. And I desperately need that.
But don’t expect me to dance. Or flip my hair as I gyrate my hips.
I have my limits.
Love the reference to the song and God and what a cute picture too! Savannah is secure with her doting parents! I’m hoping to hear soon some news from Haiti. 🙂
Hi Alona, thanks for the note! I know, I need to get out an update blog on Wilna, Lovence and Laurentz – just waiting on some news so we can give a positive update! 🙂 Hopefully that will come soon.
What a memory and what a reminder!! Sometimes our reminders of God’s love and his faithfulness come from the strangest of places! Love to an amazing family!!! Savannah is a very lucky girl!!
We are the blessed ones! We feel very fortunate to be her Mom and Dad. 🙂 Hugs to you, sweet Bev!
I miss reading your blog posts! I am so glad I took the time to read this one this morning despite the fact that in less than 2 hours at least 3 men will be furiously packing the rest of my house up and my to-do list is a mile long. I love how God speaks to us in the normal, everyday things we do and hear as long as we are listening!!! I am so glad you listened, really heard Him speak, and that you shared your heart with us!!! And, I am so glad that you had those sweet moments with your little peep!!!!