Blessed Be

Life has a soundtrack. The soundtrack of my life is as eclectic as my reading tastes. A quick scan of my Pandora station list or the quirky variety of my iTunes account makes that an undeniable truth. Music plays all day, most every day, in my home. All kinds of music. Some of it forms a pleasurable backdrop to daily living, but some of it is the stuff that memories are made of. Good memories. Sad memories. Funny memories.

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On a recent Sunday, our church worshipped together in singing Blessed Be Your Name. I’ve sung that song dozens of times, I’m sure, in church or in my home or in my car. But on that particular Sunday, I remembered a time of singing this song, loudly, in my car, with tears streaming down my face.

On that long ago day, one of my kids had left a Newsboys CD in the car, and I was enjoying it as I began my drive home from town. I don’t remember why I was in town. I don’t remember the date, though it was probably early fall of 2008.  It was dark. I do remember that I was leaving McDonald’s.

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When Blessed Be Your Name began to play, I turned the volume up, and I started to sing the way I only sing when I am alone in my car. Loudly and with abandon. Worshipping.

Blessed Be Your name
In the land that is plentiful
Where Your streams of abundance flow
Blessed be Your name

Earlier in the day, I’d heard from Corin. A routine ultrasound had shown an abnormality on the brain of the baby she was then carrying, her fifth child. The abnormality was a cyst, and the doctors were concerned that it was an indication of a very scary genetic condition. We knew that more tests would be performed, and we knew that we would love that sweet baby no matter what.

No matter what.

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But would our heart ache, if the doctors’ fears were realized, overshadow our joy over this new baby? I had praised the Lord with joy since finding out that that fifth grandbaby was on the way. Would I continue to praise Him? It all boiled down to trusting the Lord in all things. Easy to say. Hard to do.

Blessed Be Your name
When I’m found in the desert place
Though I walk through the wilderness
Blessed Be Your name

 

But as I worshipped that night in my car, I realized that everything I believed about the sovereignty of God still applied. Even in those times that life has been difficult, God was there and He was, even in the hardest of times, worthy of my praise. In hearing scary news about my own unborn child, He was in control and worthy of praise. Through the loss of my parents, my beloved mother-in-love, and a miscarriage, He was in control and worthy of praise.

Blessed be Your name
On the road marked with suffering
Though there’s pain in the offering
Blessed be Your name

The tears flowed that night. Tears of sadness. Tears of fear. But also tears of joy in knowing that God was still in control, and that His love for me, and for Corin, and for that precious unborn grandchild was more than I could even imagine.

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And all of that came flooding back to me as we worshipped that Sunday morning. As I reflected back over the years since that tearful night in the car, I see God’s goodness and love and patience with me over and over and over again.

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That baby was born, healthy and well, and she is a delight in every way.  The important thing, for me, is that I know that we would still have blessed the name of the Lord if she had been born with a genetic condition. He would still be God and He would still be worthy of our praise.

Blessed be the name of the Lord!

 

Here’s The Newsboys singing it just the way I heard it that night in my car, with Peter Furler singing the lead. Peter Furler, people! Crank up the speakers and sing along. Blessed be His glorious name!

 

Blessed Be Your Name, Lyrics by Matt Redman
The Newsboys CD I listened to that night (this is an affiliate link)

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