“Blessed is the people that know the joyful sound…” ~Psalm 85:15
I have such a soft spot for the voices of children with autism. Some have only just begun to talk; some never seemed to have trouble speaking at all. Some script, some have poor articulation, some are monotone and echolalic.
But to hear their voices, it just gets me. They charm me with their glorious sounds, and honestly, there are times I could dance. I know, I know what a miracle it is.
A few of the sweetest sounds I’ve ever heard:
Joy. I dare you to hear her and not smile; no words necessary, her joy is catching:
Brooke. I’ve listened to a bajillion renditions of Amazing Grace in my time, never one as beautiful as this:
BoyWonder. He lives up to his name and this is the sound that reminds me anything is possible:
Reid. Reid wrote and sang this song at his baptism years ago. It’s a powerful, beautiful statement of faith that still brings on the tears and goosebumps. (Scroll down to the 2nd youtube clip),
And always on the list is the sound of Rhema speaking words of her Bible verse, the one I have said to her every night since she was a baby. It’s been a long time since we’ve heard those words, but we believe they’re there in her heart, and we will hear them again.
Today we were blessed with another sound, a new song. We were all sitting in the living room having what we call “family devotion time.” Brandon prayed, Rhema began to hum softly. Anyone who reads this blog knows that Rhema hums constantly. This time was vastly different because for the first time in almost eight years we recognized a tune. Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star!!!
B stopped praying, no one moved and we held our breath as Rhema’s soft song filled the air. She seemed to notice that we’d all gone silent and she stopped humming. B’s voice was thick with emotion as he said,
“We hear you, Rhema.”
And then, just for us, she hummed the song again.
Just a little nursery rhyme, but there are no words to describe the beauty of it. We are amazed as she shares with us little by little all that’s inside her, all that she knows and understands. Thank you, Lord, for ears to hear Rhema’s song.
For the rest of the day we hummed and sang the tune, begging her to do it again. While I bathed her, I was able to catch a bit of it on my cell phone. It doesn’t do it justice, but it’s a taste (yeah, pump up the volume). Can you hear the joyful sound?