Just Sing!

Our middle grandson, who will be four years old next month, sings in his bed until he falls asleep at night. In the morning, the sound of him singing in his bed is how you know he is awake. He has great pitch and will pick up a tune right away. When he hears a song at church, even if it's just a time or two, you will hear him attempting to sing it.  He may stumble to get the words right, but remembers the tune perfectly. I think he was born with the heart of a worshipper.

I love to sing as well. When I'm doing something I love to do, usually something creative, I find myself singing, whistling or humming. I vividly remember getting in trouble in first grade for subconsciously humming as I did my work. But, it was spending the past twelve days taking care of my grandson, while his parents were on a missions trip, that made me realize that I haven't been singing much lately. He sings constantly and wanted me to sing with him.  We sang when I tucked him in. We sang when we drove somewhere in the car. The more that we sang together, the happier my heart felt.(Join me for the rest of this post on Sunday, April 29th, at Woman to Woman Ministries where each Sunday I share a bit of Sunday Soul Food!)

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