A Mother’s Music

In the summer of ‘86, I was a divorced mother of an eight year old son and five year old daughter. The kids had spent the weekend with their father. When they got home, my daughter, Katy, was a mess. It took a week for me to learn that my ex-husband had allowed them to watch a horror movie with the plot of a young girl whose physical description matched my Katy. For weeks, she wouldn’t eat, had terrible nightmares and wouldn’t allow me to leave her unattended. Her hair lost it’s curl and she had dark circles under her eyes. I took her to the doctor who recommended a child psychologist. I was praying, my church was praying but nothing seemed to be helping. I had a rule at bedtime for all music/tv to be turned off. One night, Katy asked if she could play a cassette to go to sleep. Since I had tried everything, I relented. There was a song titled “The Original Superman” that she loved. I played the song a couple of times and she went right to sleep. I waited for her to wake up screaming and she never did. I went in and set the music to repeat all night. She slept through the night for the first time in weeks.


She was so much better the next morning. Her appetite returned and she seemed to be back to her normal self again. I asked Katy why she was able to sleep. She put her hands on her hips and said, “I fell asleep singing with Jesus! I didn’t have time to be afraid.” Every night thereafter, she would sing herself to sleep.

During that time, I fell in love with Psalm 63:3-7: “Because Your lovingkindness is better than life, my lips shall praise You. Thus I will bless You while I live; I will lift up my hands in Your name. My soul shall be satisfied as with marrow and fatness, And my mouth shall praise You with joyful lips. When I remember You on my bed, I meditate on You in the night watches. Because You have been my help, therefore in the shadow of Your wings I will rejoice.”


Adding to that is Psalm 4:8 that says, ”“I will both lie down in peace, and sleep; For You alone, O LORD, make me dwell in safety.”


I pondered these verses for weeks, thanking God for using music to heal my daughter’s mind. Then, the Lord asked me to give Him what was keeping me up at night. Work, bills, mortgage payments, car repairs were all weighing me down. I then had to realize that God gave me those scriptures for my sleep, as well as for Katy. We all have to turn the scary things over to Him.


My Katy went on to have an amazing voice. She was saved at the age of 12 at a Southern Gospel concert. She met her husband, Troy, through music. I didn’t know at the age of five how much of an impact that this mother’s music would have on my girl. I‘m so proud of her life and testament of the Lord’s faithfulness.

To all you mom’s out there, never underestimate the power of music.


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