10-14-98 I have a migraine. Fortunately for me, my husband and children take their job of nursing a sick mommie seriously. My ten-year-old thrives on taking care of me anytime. She snuggles, cuddles, covers and hugs. She has checked on me a hundred times today already. Her kind father came home at lunch to check on me and do a few errands for me. He asked her to make sure that I drank plenty of water and hot tea if I wanted it. He also asked her to wash the dishes after lunch. She sings all of the time. Both of my children do. As she is washing I hear a very loud, strained chorus coming from the kitchen sink area. "I LOVE YOU, LORD... AND I LIFT MY VOICE!" She is singing so loud that it is almost bothering me. I started to say something and I hear her lovingly and softly repeating the last line. "Take joy, my King, In what you hear... let it be a sweet, sweet sound in Your ear," she trails off. Once again, softly and soulfully she sings--this time completely rewriting the tune to the chorus. She does love her Lord, and it shows. I was so glad that I had not called her down. Listening to my children live has been a real learning experience for me. It's like taking the time to stop and smell the roses. Many months ago, I asked the Lord why the kingdom of heaven was like children. He keeps showing one more reason every now and then.
To worship You, O, my soul, rejoice. Take joy, my King in what You hear. Let it be a sweet, sweet sound in your ear."
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