Dear Psalm:
I was writing tonight, and Daddy reminded me of something that you do. He wants me to record it for you, so you will always remember.
You love to lead the prayers over our meals.
No matter where we are--here at home, at Nana and Poppa's, even out in the restaurants--you volunteer to lead the prayer over our food.
And you do such a great job!
You say, in an appropriate tone of voice and manner:
"God is Great,
God is Good,
Let us thank Him
For our Food.
In Jesus' Name, we pray. Amen."
You bless us all, sis. And we pray that your heart be this sensitive to God all the days of your life!
We love you,
Mommy and Daddy.
P.S. You're four years old.
Sunday, November 18, 2012
My Little Singer
Dear Psalm:
So, lately you've been singing non-stop and everywhere we go.
It makes me smile.
We were in Hobby Lobby this weekend--I was shopping for fabric--and you were singing Christmas carols one after another, in succession.
When you sing, it's like it's not for attention. You don't sing too loudly and you're not trying to be obnoxious. In fact, to me, it blends in with the background store music, because it's on tune and pleasing to the ear.
Several people took note of you in the store, smiling as they listened to your songs.
Another lady stopped and talked to me about the gift you have.
"She sings better than any little girl her age I've ever heard," one lady said. "Does she sing a lot?"
"All the time," I said. "She's around music constantly--at church, at home, everywhere we go."
And it's true. You have been around music your whole life. It's no wonder you love it, no wonder it's such a source of comfort for you already.
After we left the fabric department, I strolled around the rest of the store.
You started singing, "Jesus Loves Me," sweetly, almost hauntingly, slowly paced--as if it were "for somebody."
I let you sing, wondering if someone around us really "needed to hear it" at that moment, wondering if it was one of God's gifts just for me.
Either way, I am amazed by you, by your God-given gifts and talents.
I can already SEE some things He is doing in you.
And I am amazed and humbled. I am so very proud of you, my daughter.
Love,
Mommy
So, lately you've been singing non-stop and everywhere we go.
It makes me smile.
We were in Hobby Lobby this weekend--I was shopping for fabric--and you were singing Christmas carols one after another, in succession.
When you sing, it's like it's not for attention. You don't sing too loudly and you're not trying to be obnoxious. In fact, to me, it blends in with the background store music, because it's on tune and pleasing to the ear.
Several people took note of you in the store, smiling as they listened to your songs.
Another lady stopped and talked to me about the gift you have.
"She sings better than any little girl her age I've ever heard," one lady said. "Does she sing a lot?"
"All the time," I said. "She's around music constantly--at church, at home, everywhere we go."
And it's true. You have been around music your whole life. It's no wonder you love it, no wonder it's such a source of comfort for you already.
After we left the fabric department, I strolled around the rest of the store.
You started singing, "Jesus Loves Me," sweetly, almost hauntingly, slowly paced--as if it were "for somebody."
I let you sing, wondering if someone around us really "needed to hear it" at that moment, wondering if it was one of God's gifts just for me.
Either way, I am amazed by you, by your God-given gifts and talents.
I can already SEE some things He is doing in you.
And I am amazed and humbled. I am so very proud of you, my daughter.
Love,
Mommy
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