11.12.06
Shhhhhhhh
As I write, I'm listening to my 17-year-old son out in the living room singing a worship song while playing his guitar. If I go out there, he may get self-conscious and stop. Rarely do I hear him sing, and he is out there throwing his heart into each note, lifting up his voice for God. I love that he loves God. I love that he's my son. So I'm just sitting quietly. Savoring. Smiling. And I'm not going to tell him he's off-key.
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3 comments:
How cool.
Thats incredibly sweet. Savor it and praise God for him. :)
Don't tell him he's off key! May dad told me that while trying to sing Cat Stevens once. : ) I still feel self conscious.
lol
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