There is nothing like a newborn around the house to remind a woman that she is blessed. The squeaks, the content sighs, the soft downy head all tell again and again the goodness of God. Yesterday we sang in church Tell Me the Old, Old Story, and I thought of how the story of Jesus and his love is told to me in more than just words.

Tell me the story always, if you would really be,
In any time of trouble, a comforter to me.

My seven-year-old son sat next to me in church, holding the hymnal for me while we sang together. He did not know the tune very well, and I smiled hard as he sang loudly and confidently. I think he was concentrating on reading the words that he forgot about the tune part of things. When the song was over, he whispered, “Mom, the notes go up and down a lot, but it’s a good thing I can sing it so well.”

Yes, I am glad he can sing so well.

Tell me the story slowly, that I may take it in,
That wonderful redemption, God’s remedy for sin.

While faith comes by hearing the Word of God, our faith is made stronger by His constant everyday goodness. It is there if we will see it. Precious newborn babies and seven-year-old boys who love Jesus are just some of the ways that He sends us more faith for the road ahead.

Oh, how abundant is your goodness,
which you have stored up for those who fear you…
~Psalm 31:19a