Megan’s Symphony

I heard the sweetest sound as I was walking the aisles of the grocery store. Where was it coming from? The song was a familiar melody, and as I walked up one aisle and down another, I finally saw her—a precious little girl skipping and singing. Jesus loves me, this I know. She sang it with everything she had, as if it was a song for only Jesus and her. I smiled and commented to her mother about the beautiful voice I had heard a few aisles over.

The little girl’s name was Megan. Miraculous Megan. She was born with Down’s syndrome, and her mother talked to me about the family’s journey. Their daughter had been born with many health issues, and they had encountered enormous hurdles, including the times when they were uncertain whether Megan would pull through. But her sweet singing had never faltered. Often, she woke up from surgeries and started singing.
“She is a gift, and her songs fill our home with a reminder that God sings over us,” her mother said. “He uses Megan as our reminder.”

I gave Megan a hug and told her how beautiful her singing was. She smiled from ear to ear and her parting words to me were, “Jesus thinks so, too!” And then she continued singing. I thanked her mother for sharing Megan with me and told her she had an amazing little girl.

That was my fifteen-minute lesson for the day: the little girl who had faced so many challenges and was still singing. Megan hadn’t constructed walls around herself, and she wasn’t performing to impress people. She wasn’t comparing herself to anyone else; she was only radiating pure love and joy. Just Megan and Jesus—the only audience she needed. Megan knew pain, but instead of altering her song, it deepened it.

I want to live life knowing that whatever comes, there is always a song that will break through. The more challenges I face, the more I realize that pain and trials deepen the music. What starts as a simple melody becomes a full orchestra, and no matter what part rings out—soprano, alto, bass—a connection deepens the song. I shouldn’t fear the deepening, because in the depths, a symphony awaits. When I heard Megan’s simple and profound song, I instantly understood her joy and love for Jesus. The song was her symphony.

My mom loved the Gaithers, and we always played one of her favorite Gaither songs on the way to chemotherapy treatment. The day I heard Megan sing, I still had the playlist with Mom’s song, and I played it. Hear My Song, Lord. I belted it out that day with tears streaming down my face. Since the last time Mom and I sang it together, the music has deepened. God sweetly reminded me that pain and hurdles in life can either destroy you or deepen you. I want to go deeper, and I want to sing through it all.

Our music, no matter how simple or profound, goes straight to the heart of Jesus. I can only imagine how he rejoices over the melodies we sing—whether we sing them in joy or sorrow. If your song is only one note you whisper through the pain, God hears it. Maybe right now your song is like a joyful, full-on orchestra version. God hears that, too. Keep singing with all your heart—like Megan—and know that He is singing over you. He is the only audience you need.

Zephaniah 3:17
The LORD your God is with you, the Mighty Warrior who saves. He will take great delight in you; in his love, he will no longer rebuke you, but will rejoice over you with singing.

PS: For those of you who love those Gaither songs, this is the song we sang to chemo. “Here my song Lord” Someone needs to hear this today Just click this link:  Hear My Song Lord