A Song in the Night

A Song in the Night

Her husband was working an all-day shift with the fire department and would not be home until morning. Β The baby was sick and had started vomiting. Β  Β I grabbed my purse, jumped in the car, and drove in her direction quickly as we discussed the doctor’s instructions via cell phone. Β  All would be well, I assured her. Β I am coming.

Two hours later, the doctor at the urgent care center informed us that Samantha was dehydrated and would need to spend the night in the hospital. Β I drove behind the ambulance that held my friend and her tiny treasure. Β All will be well, I assured her. Β I am staying with you.

Her three-month old was placed in a crib with bars that looked like a tiny prison. Β  In hopes of keeping Barby from unraveling, I started talking about the 80’s — campy B-rated movies, heart-throbs with mullets, and songs with memorable lyrics. Β We started singing Air Supply and Pat Benatar tunes as we sat in the dark room watching the baby sleep. Β We sang and laughed and cried all night.

That night in the hospital room twelve years ago cemented our friendship.

We share a mutual love of chocolate, french cafes, and Beth Moore Bible studies. Β  We torture each other by sharing dysfunctional family stories. Β We have staked our claim to sit in comfy spots on each other’s couches.

She makes the best french toast — and shares the recipe.

She stood beside me when I married the husband she had prayed for God to send me.

She washed my hair when I was too sick to do it myself.

She has stayed with me through many a night season.

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Some nights my husband goes to bed early, and I stubbornly stay up. Β I sit on the couch with my laptop and eventually I drift off to oblivion. Β Usually, about 2 AM I will wake up in a stupor. Β I am too groggy to get up off the couch, so I sit there in the silence trying to wake up. Β There in the quiet I often hear her — the bird perched in the giant tree in our side yard is keeping me company. Β And, she is singing the sweetest tune. Β  What kind of bird sings a song in the night?

I know now that she is a friend.

All will be well, my friend. Β All will be well.

A friend is always loyal,

and a brother is born to help in time of need.Β (Proverbs 17:17, NLT)

Q4U: Β Do you have a friend who sings in the night with you? Β How has Christian friendship carried you through a dark season? Β I would love to hear your story.

I am passionate about the power of friendship and community and write about it often — Head on over here to read some more about the power of “girl time” and chocolate. Β πŸ™‚

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Joining like-minded sisters today at (in) courage,Β Β Thought-Provoking Thursday,Β Β Faith-Filled Friday, Tell His Story, Soli Deo Gloria, Hear it on Sunday: Use it on Monday andΒ Playdates with God.

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Photo Credit: Β Juha Soininen

25 Comments

  1. What a great way to paint the beauty of friends who hang in there, like that bird, in the middle of the night (times when a friend sings sweetly and clearly with comfort of relationship).

  2. Sweet post Lyli. Beautiful blog too! I have had an army of women walk through breast cancer with me. And it has opened doors to so many friendships that I could have never imagined. So thankful for faithful sisters who laugh, cry, love when its ugly, and pray.

  3. Hi Lyli! What a beautiful way you have to describe your budding friendship amid the emergency…God knows just what we need when we need it. How special you must feel, as God blessed you so wonderfully.

    Great message for a Monday! Coming to you from Playdates.
    Ceil

    1. Ceil, I wrote this post after reading “Bread and Wine” by Shauna Niequist. Her book encourages you to “log in hours” of fellowship around the table so that when you do have a night season, there will be someone there to support you. I immediately thought of how true that was of our friendship.

  4. Dear Lyli
    Those friendships are sooo… rare! Treassure this gift from our Pappa’s hand and thanks for sharing her with us all.
    Love to you and your dear friend XX
    Mia

  5. Lyli, I haven’t had a friend like this in so long, and your post today made my heart ache. This has been my prayer, spoken and unspoken, for so long. Thank you for these beautiful words today, and for so beautifully showing the power of friendship as God intended it to be.

    1. We had lunch yesterday, and then last night my husband took us both out for shakes after the mid-week service. On the way home, Bruce said, “You two never run out of things to talk about.” — I hope we never do. πŸ™‚

  6. I love this tribute to friendship. I am blessed to have a couple close friends that can be called upon any time day or night for an emergency. They are there to laugh with as well as cry with. We even pray over the phone together when there is crisis and we can’t pray in person. You are blessed to have such friendship!

  7. Friends like this are our treasures from God. Beautiful post. And I could unfortunately relate here: Some nights my husband goes to bed early, and I stubbornly stay up. And I have heard birds singing as early as 3:30AM. I will think of that song in a new way thanks to your post. Blessings…

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