I couldn't believe how happy my home felt hearing the music literally pour through our home. I left the children for just a moment to check on the cookies coming out of the oven. Upstairs, the youth- with powerful, unified voices- were singing the words: "We are children, holding hands around the world!" Downstairs, the giggly children were standing on their chairs and belting out: "He's got you and me brother, in His hands. He's got the whole world in his hands." I burst into their room motioning my hands for them to sing even louder, and they did! It was beautiful and fun, and it was a miraculous sound.
After they sang for about an hour, they all came into my kitchen and literally devoured the treats and socialized. It's a time of unity- a time of strengthening their souls in Christ before they have to face the world again when they return to school the following week.
The youth have so much negativity to face. As they sacrifice their Sunday evenings to sing praises to HIM, I know God hears their prayers lifting up to HIM, and HE is blessing them. The power of uplifting music has the ability to create mighty miracles. These youth give devotionals that have touched hundred's of hearts.
My husband sings professionally in a Christian music group called Jericho Road, and we have heard many stories first-hand of the miracles in people's lives because God has spoken to their hearts through his music. I know God works through music.
When Jackson was only 4 years old, we witnessed a tender miracle of music through his ears. As a baby, he endured severe trauma and pain from major open-heart surgery, so he was just learning to verbally communicate with us. On Christmas morning, several years ago, I'm grateful he was able to fully express what he was experiencing.
In our early morning scripture study, I had been teaching my children how beautiful it will be when Christ comes again. I told them that the angels will sing from Heaven, and it will be a glorious time.
On Christmas morning, after getting the presents ready for the children to be surprised, we woke them up to come see the presents. Jackson literally jumped over the presents without even looking at them and pointed out the window. He shouted, "Do you hear them? Do you hear them?" Confused and not hearing a thing, I said, "What honey? Hear what? What are you talking about?"
Continuing to point to the window with an urgency, he exclaimed, "The angels!!! The angels are singing! I can hear them."
Maybe, Jackson got confused with my teaching between Christmas and the 2nd Coming of Jesus; either way, I believe that because of his great, undoubting faith, he was able to hear a special gift from God.
Little Jackson heard the angels sing; I have no doubt. I also have no doubt that there are beautiful, heavenly voices speaking words of encouragement every day- if only we could erase our doubt, think as a child, and hear them.