When I was in middle school, I was in love with Damon Pampolina from the Mickey Mouse Club’s music group called The Party. I collected every single teen magazine that ever published his picture, and I plastered the ripped out pages all over my walls. I mean, I LITERALLY decoupaged over the pink patchwork wallpaper of my youth from floor to ceiling (sorry mom). I’ll never forget the rush of emotion when I found out that The Party was going to be signing autographs at a mall nearby … you remember the mall tours of the late 80’s, right? … and I vowed to meet the man (actually the teenage boy) who I dreamed would fall in love with me, or at the very least, sing a love song to me!
There is just something so dreamy about the idea of someone looking right at you and singing their love over you. It probably isn’t a coincidence that I fell in love with and married a man who, on our first date, sang out loud to a country CD that he played on a boom box that I held on my lap in the passenger seat because his car radio was broken … but that’s another story. The point is, he sang to me and he melted my heart and I married him. Sometimes a girl just needs to be the center of attention and to feel seen and doted on, and there is something about being the recipient of a love song that fills that need. I actually believe it is a desire that has been hard wired into our hearts, because every woman I know can tell you which boy or which boy band she once longed to hear sing her name!
One of the most beautiful scriptures I know says that God sings over me. I think the thing that grabs my heart the most is that in order to sing over me, God first has to pick me out of the crowd. He has to single me out. And he does. He finds me and he knows me and he loves me and so he sings. It’s the ultimate version of the teenage girl who gets pulled out of the crowd and brought up to the stage to be serenaded at a concert!
I did get to meet my pre-teen crush at the mall, and I took a photo with him that my mom and dad had printed on a mug for me that Christmas. I still have that mug to this day! My husband and I danced at our wedding to the song he sang to me in the car on our first date 30 years ago. And with a humble heart I listen for the song God is singing over me right now.
The Lord your God is with you, the Mighty Warrior who saves. He will take great delight in you; in his love he will no longer rebuke you, but will rejoice over you with singing.