As I drove from pick-up number one to pick-ups number two and three this afternoon, Brady chirped from his perch on the back seat that the radio volume was low. When I turned it up, he immediately recognized the tune from church and began to sing along:
Bless the Lord o my soul, o my soul.......
The sound of his sweet little eight-year old voice enthusiastically singing those words made my heart swell with happiness. I am far, far from a perfect Christian, but I'm thankful that the seeds of faith have been planted in him and in all of our kids in spite of my weaknesses and failings.
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