The very first night that Sol & Coco stayed with us in South Africa, we were a jumble of emotions. We had asked their caregivers at the orphanage what their nightly routine was and they had told us that they usually had a bath and then they sang before bed. I was certain they would be terrified to got to bed, but the excitement and newness of everything really filled them with delight…the first of many times I would expect disaster and be shocked by the amazing adaptability of these two. The warm bath, new pajamas and toothbrushes—really, it was like Christmas morning! They climbed into their cozy down covered beds which were in a room side by side and I panicked—what were we going to sing??? We had all of 10 words to communicate with and we hadn’t heard any of their songs yet, so as they looked at me expectantly, I started singing the first thing that popped into my head…Jesus loves me, this I know For the Bible tells me so. Little ones to Him belong, They are weak, but He is strong. Yes, Jesus loves Sol! Yes, Jesus loves Coco! Yes, Jesus loves me! The Bible tells me so.
I think I might have sung it a few more times that night as the littles settled in, but we continued to sing it each night as part of our routine and it was just a matter of days before they were humming along and inserting a word or two. And you know what? We still sing it every night…it stuck. For our weeks in Africa, and for several months after we returned home, it was a full family affair. Zach and Mason would come running from whatever they were doing as they heard us start to sing and Sol & Coco would break into big smiles as their brothers entered the room singing at the top of their lungs. The big boys do still join us on occasion, and the nightly choir has varied at times to include grandparents, babysitters, cousins, aunts, uncles and other friends.
It is a sweet ritual that I am most certain had a divine prompting….and lately I’ve been contemplating its simple message A LOT. It seems so much harder to accept this basic truth as I’ve gotten older–why is that? I guess some days it’s just too hard to believe amidst all of my shortcomings, my failures, my weakness—heck, I wouldn’t love me much! But oh the sweet simplicity of this truth—pure and simple enough to hear and understand for young and old. Oh how I pray that this song and its message will forever be imprinted on Sol & Coco’s hearts and that as they grow they won’t learn to doubt it, but to fully comprehend and embrace it’s miraculous meaning. Maybe somewhere along the way so will I.