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Hush, My Child

Saturday, June 30th, 2012

Sleep has occupied many of my posts…

Mainly relating directly to whatever infant I have, or maybe manipulations of a toddler to get some rest.
But there’s another kind of sleep. It’s all over scripture plastered as an example of human fatality: a good thing between those happy Song of Song peeps, a bad thing of the close followers of Christ at the Mt of Olives.

“You should delete that” breaks my spirit in a wild way. As if to say, don’t live that way-don’t you feel out loud, do that and write about it. How could you be careless. Because I am?

At one point when I young every night I would sit awake thinking of Christ coming when I wasn’t ready. I drew a picture about it once, which at some point I lost.

Hush my child, don’t say a word, Daddy’s gunna buy you a mocking bird,And if that mockingbird don’t sing, Mama’s gonna but you a diamond ring, And if that diamond ring turns brass, Mama’s gonna buy you a looking glass.

But sleep is more than for babies, social passivity, it’s also spiritual. BE STILL AND KNOW THAT I AM GOD (Psalm 46). Take pause, stop–that’s Job 4, among many other passages. Job was awesome. He held up hope in face of terrible physical and spiritual tumult. His children died, everyone who could crush his spirit tried…even his own wife said, Curse GOD and die.

The last verse of that nursery rhyme just makes it, “And if that horse and cart fall down, Well you’ll still be the sweetest baby in town.” As all earthly possessions cancel each other out, it’s being true to yourself that carries that child through.

At the end of this post I’m left in that place that I hate to be. Feeling wrought up without a conclusion, I don’t even hold a faithful fluent thought.

Bible verses. Sleep unto death, sleep unto life.
Nursery Rhymes. Be Still. Hush, be still.

OK. All I’m trying to say is that I hate being shooshed! This is where I claim space to talk about whatever the happiness I want to talk about. That’s fair, or it should be.

Shoosh me not, oh kill joy. I know thy name.