Singing

I like to sing. In the car. At church. At karaoke. And, here in Zambia. 

I also like to just sit with the kids at the orphanage. Play, tickle, hug, giggle. It's a riot. 

Today I held 2 year old Nchimunya.  He was being a character, as usual, with his little face covered in boogers and dust. I sang over him songs about Christ, the notes echoing and magnifying off the walls in the orphanage. 

As I sat holding this precious gift staring up at me, Zephaniah 3:17 came to mind:

The Lord your God is with you, he is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, he will quiet you with his love, he will rejoice over you with singing. 

As I looked down at Nchimunya, a defenseless child with no earthly parents, the mental image of our Heavenly Father adopting us as as his own, holding us close, loving us unconditionally, tenderly singing songs of peace over us ... it brought me to tears. 

Why?

Why fear knowing that the king of the universe holds us close, whispering words of faithful love? 

Why worry knowing that God takes great delight in us?

Why fret knowing that our God is mighty to save?