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


2 thoughts on “A Song & A Kiss

  1. This was a beautiful picture of our child-like cry for our Father. A song and a kiss and a little light. It’s all there, simply in His Presence.

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