The Promise That Kept Going

The Promise That Kept Going

Then the lame shall leap like a stag, and the mute tongue sing for joy.

Isaiah 35:6a (NABRE)

I listen to Christian music throughout the day, so it’s no surprise that’s how I hear God speak many times. 

Sometimes a song introduces me to a scripture. 

That’s exactly what happened when I heard the song, I Am Free, by the Newsboys.

As I heard today’s verse in song form, I claimed it for my son. 

He was five years old at the time. He could talk, but he wouldn’t talk in social settings — including school. Being so young, he couldn’t really explain why he wasn’t talking.

A teacher at his school told me that he might have selective mutism, which I had never heard of. In our town of about 100,000, we had no experts in the field. Most therapists didn’t even know the term.

So, my husband and I prayed. My Bible study group prayed. We prayed this song and this verse. I figured that talking and singing were about the same thing. Right?

By second grade, Luke talked in class. Parent and teachers got misty-eyed the day he performed a poem in front of an audience.

That day, I counted my prayer as answered. And it was. 

But I had no idea there was more. When God puts a verse in our heart, He answers it fully and completely as only He can.

Luke is 13 years old now. He has run for student council and given many more presentations. This year, he chose choir as his fine art class. 

I kind of doubted his selection. No one in our family can sing. He insisted, so I relented. 

Some weeks or months later, I remembered the verse and the song. The mute will sing. 

Wow! I had a revelation. God had planned for Luke to be in choir all the time. He was fulfilling Isaiah 35:6 fully and completely. God meant for Luke to sing as well as to talk. 

Isn’t that just like God? To give us more than we could ask for or imagine. 

Lord, thank you for your work in our lives. Thank you for minding the details that we overlook. 

Stacy

My Rescuer

My Rescuer

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