A Song & A Kiss

I was in a deep sleep. A sweet sleep, but not deep enough to block out the cries of my little boy. Those types of deep sleeps no longer exist in my world. I crawl out from under the warmth of the covers, fumbling to find the floor, my wool lined slippers and something to drape over my shivering arms. As I reach the bottom of the curved staircase, I hear his whimpers even louder, “mama, “ he mumbles through fits of small tears. It’s always harder to reach the top of those stairs at 3 in the morning, but where else would my feet lead me when my son is calling my name? I enter his dark room, we’d forgotten to turn the night light on, and crawl into his full-size bed. Every time I find myself here, I dread the day when he fills it to full.

“What’s wrong sweet love?” I whisper in his ear.
“Mama,” he sighs “I need a song and a kiss.”

A song and a kiss.

Here my son lay belly full from that night’s dinner, warm under the thick blankets, head on a feather pillow, in a room filled with childhood wonders. Every physical need is met, but he is crying out for song and a kiss. His soul is hungry. His heart is crying out to be held. So I do what he requests. I sing a song, letting the lyrics wrap around him as if they were my arms and pray they nourish his sweet spirit. I kiss his forehead, hold him close and ask if there is anything else he needs.

“A little light, mama,” he mumbles as his lids fall heavy to rest, “just a little light.”

Josiah Sleeping

night light

Crack in the door

I switch on his night light, crack the door and ponder all of the times I’ve been hungry for all of those same things—A song and a kiss, and just a little light.

“For the LORD your God is living among you. He is a mighty saviour. He will take delight in you with gladness. With his love, he will calm all your fears. He will rejoice over you with joyful songs.” Zephaniah 3:17

When we are still before the lord and allow him to sing his love over us, he calms all of our fears. His presence is like a holy kiss, filling us with His sweet and sustaining life–offering light in the midst of the darkness. We just have to cry out like a child in the night. He promises to hear the cries of his children and answer them, to meet us right where we are and nourish us spirit and soul.

Zepheniah 3-17Are you in that dark room right now? Have you been there before?
Physical needs perhaps met, but emotionally and spiritually broken?
Cry out to your creator for a song and a kiss and his light will come. Like a mama crawling her way to the top of the stairs, it will always come because He will always come. And He is always there.


 I love music and I love to share it. Each song is for each post. Enjoy! Wasteland– Need to Breathe

© Tamara Gurley 2015



IMG_2594Sitting at my breakfast table, this gathering place of nourishment both belly and soul, this dear place my family comes to each morning hungry with the assurance that they will be fed.

The rare times, the quiet times I sit here on my own, peering into the stretch of barren trees that decorate the yard. I watch as the birds come hungry too. Right off the deck, they fly to the feeder, the place they have found seed time and time again. Yet the moment they come and the seed is gone, they slowly begin to retreat and I watch as day after day the number of feathered friends decreases down to none.

IMG_2595As soon as the feeder is full again, their empty beaks return to be filled. It’s as if they know the only place they will be filled is the place where real nourishment is found. They don’t waste their time pecking at empty shells or waiting for nothing to turn into something.IMG_2575


I wonder if we lived like these simple creatures, wise in their ways, if we too would spend less time searching for what doesn’t fill and feeding on empty shells of grain that leave us longing for more. The beauty of God’s word is that it’s a table lavishly filled with only what nourishes and sustains and we are welcome to the feast. We are welcome to drink up His word that quenches the thirsty soul and fills the hungry spirit.

What are you searching for that doesn’t satisfy? Feeding on which leaves you only longing for more? Where are you pecking at empty shells that only fill you with weariness, disappointment, emptiness, and shame?

Our creator says, come, come and eat, come just as you are and be filled to overflowing. Come again and again for this feast is never ending. All we must do is come.

“Come, all you who are thirsty, come to the waters; and you who have no money, come, buy and eat! Come, buy wine and milk without money and without cost. Why spend money on what is not bread, and your labor on what does not satisfy? Listen, listen to me, and eat what is good, and you will delight in the richest of fare.” -Isaiah 55:1-2


 I love music and I love to share it. Each song is for each post. Enjoy! Come to Me– The Village
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