When You Sing Me a Lullaby

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My Little World and Your Lullaby

By Tess Martinez

“Thou near or far we’ll go, through cold on wintry morn. To see you and greet you with the early morning song.”

It is a sweet lullaby I remember with fondness and will always sing in my heart. It awakens my longing for You during my teenage years.

Such sweet memories√Ę‚ā¨¬¶

One early morning, along with my only sister, we strolled to my father’s farm to witness the harvest of his palay (rice) plantation. With bakya on (native wooden clogs), we slowly moved down a muddy footpath traversed with coconut and different fruit trees on both sides. As we inched our way, an array of colors from the different wild flowers would seem to greet and welcome us.

I could not hold myself back from touching the crystal-clear dew sitting on each widely spread petal. The surrounding aroma was soothing as the wild fragrant cosmos and unknown flowers would co-mingle with the early morning fog engulfing us. Who planted them? My father’s smiling answer was “God did.” Unable to see him at a distance, we would not mind my father calling us to hurry up as we were innocently enjoying ourselves with nature’s abundant gifts to us.

We arrived at the farm quite late according to my father’s time table. He had to be at the farm before sunrise and getting up before sunrise was the best discipline inculcated in us. Watching the workers harvest the palay was a joy to behold. Armed with sharp sickles, they worked so fast, while teasing each other as to who could harvest more and receive a bonus share of the harvest.

Chicken Tinola and a Nipa Hut

As we watched at a distance, we could smell different fragrant scents that lingered in our noses. Unmindful of the presence of workers, birds would dive nearby to have a share of the fresh harvest. Not to be outdone though, the workers who were mostly our relatives were served ginger ale or brewed coffee. At lunch time rice and native Chicken Tinola (stew) with papaya and chili leaves, made a hearty full lunch.

My father’s Nipa hut in the middle of our farm used a shed and barn was my favorite resting place. It was a sanctuary of my teenage dreamy days. I loved lying on the hammock tied under the century-old mango trees. Swaying to and fro, I would easily fall asleep after sipping buko juice (young coconut) and dreamed the wildest dreams of my

The Threshing Floor, The Altar

Then threshing came. My sister and I were restless as the workers would haul all the harvest into the barn. We were looking forward to sundown when everybody would be in an upbeat and happy mood for the evening. Then someone would then have to prepare pinipig (glutinous rice) signaling the end of the day’s hard work.

At about sunset, singing of folksongs with guitar accompaniment would fill the air. This was a custom, according to my father to give thanks to our God for the plentiful harvest. A bundle of palay is placed on the altar as his first offering.

Romance with Nature

Each time my mother checked on us from a distance, I would overhear my father say, “The dreamer is dreaming.” They both would laugh with a sigh of relief. The hard bamboo hammock pressing my back developed in me a strong backbone. Maybe, my God has gifted me with a strong backbone to prepare myself to survive in this competitive world. The big difference was I did it the Christian way.

I thank You, Lord for the Christian values deeply rooted in my being. The innate human dignity as Your dear child was nourished by the warmth and love in our humble rural home. My romance with nature was born out of the rich environment where I grew up. The river stones of different shapes and the gentle flow of clear water in the streams fascinated me. The wild ferns and the variety of wild plants were endlessly beautiful.

Yes, my God must have endowed me with eyes that have a flair for the naturally beautiful. The wild plants and ferns of my younger years are now expensive landscape materials in the city in an attempt to borrow the original landscapes of the countryside. Indeed, nothing can compare and compete with God’s original and splendid work. After all, God’s loving hands and His angels put the natural landscape together. As a country-grown lass, my only sister, a nurse, now a resident of Maryland in the United States, equally shares my fascination for the gifts of nature.

My Big God’s Plan for Me

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future” (Jeremiah 29:11 NIV)

You love me so much my dear God. From my humble beginnings, You brought me to the noisy city and sent me to a big university. My classmates were mostly city bred and from affluent families. They were all nice to me and as repeatedly saying at a distance, how they loved the simplicity and sincerity of little Tess. They loved coaching me on social niceties but admired with due respect the unique me.

The Wings of an Eagle

Every step of the way, You are always there. As You said, in all my struggles, my strength came from you. My transformation and blessed life are nourished by your loving caresses. In all my accomplishments, Your Big Hands were clasping my little hand, making way for big and unimaginable things manifest in my life. Your generosity is overwhelming. I claim nothing as my very own. All came from You. The bright ideas, the courage to dream and to follow that dream are all gifts of love from You. The dreamer has emerged! Like Joseph, I will be a blessing to others.

My Women of the Bible

I pray and ask for the grace that You bless me:

“with the charm and courage of Esther, the loving in-laws relationship of Ruth and Naomi, the humility and repentant heart of Mary Magdalene, the homemaker’s gift of Martha, the tender love of Veronica, the warmth and love of Elizabeth to her relatives, the generosity of the host of Elijah, the hospitality of the Samaritan woman at the well, the wisdom of Judith and the adorable and incomparable obedience of sweet Mary, Your beautiful and perfect mother.”
For the anointing, THANK YOU.

My Able and Swift Winged Angels

I have been to many places and before me the angels encamp. People have been supportive all the way. I never knew them. Amazing they are. When I am afraid of crossing busy and intersecting streets, they come personified to help me get to the other side of the road safely. So perfect is their timing and I am amazed. Ah√Ę‚ā¨¬¶these are just a few of my angels coming to my side.

My newly found angel is my writing mentor. Thank you Brenda!

Not a secret to you, not all are pleased but as you promised in my favorite psalms “You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies” (Psalms 23).
Your gift of a humble and quiet spirit intrigues many. Unmindful of their views, I go on and follow your promptings. The grace of an abiding spirit leads me to fruitful works of love and mercy. Along the way, supportive people to my aspirations are ever-present.

Abiding is the Key

Reason and logic have no place when abiding. Your will is the issue. A hearty obedience is the answer. A heart open to your calling and an ear sensitive to the whispers of your love suffices. Total abandonment to Your will may not be that easy, for when reason takes place, the heart has to struggle. You gifted me a will to obey without question. How good you are. How well You know me.
Co dependency has no place when You and I agree. Why? Simply, because You are my number one. No one can ever, ever come before YOU.

The Time of Increase is at Hand

Summing up the blessings, the guidance, the love, the caring, the BEST yet to come very, very soon. THANK YOU is all I can aptly say. How to give back has been agreed upon with You. I am at the pleasure of Your service. A channel of blessing and a heart for others, I will always be. I reiterate, our covenant remains and the journey goes on√Ę‚ā¨¬¶


Tess Martinez Copyright 2007

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Brenda Craig is a published author, prophetic teacher and Seer whose desire is to know the Lord in all His fullness. Her writings and teachings reflect a deep intimacy with the Lord. As a worshiper, Brenda has received revelation on how to take the simple act of ‚ÄúSoaking in His Presence‚ÄĚ to a new level and developed a teaching called Soaking with a Purpose.

3 Responses to “When You Sing Me a Lullaby”

  1. Tess,
    I could almost taste the food, smell the aromas and see the countryside. Beautiful job describing a portion of your life. Grace and beauty flow from your pen. Keep up the good work as you walk in His grace.

    Blessings in Christ

  2. Tess: How fun it was to be swept away into your childhood. I could feel myself walking along with you. I could smell and hear the country side as you described it. I love swinging in a hammock and I could picture you as a small child just swinging back and forth soaking up the moment.
    Gods face has surely shined upon you.
    Veryl-New York

  3. Veryl,

    I really love to go back to my childhood days. Even now, from time to time, I go back to the very same place where I put up my “little refuge” away from the city noise.

    It is a sanctuary nestled among the fruit trees where birds abound and crickets hum their sweet symphony.
    Indeed, God’s face has shined upon the little country girl! I feel really blessed.

    Thank you for sharing the joy.

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