Most Of Us, I Believe,

Music Is The One Art We All Have Inside. We May Not Be Able To Play An Instrument, But We Can Sing Along Or Clap Or Tap Our Feet. Have You Ever Seen A Baby Bouncing Up And Down In The Crib In Time To Some Music? When You Think Of It, Some Of That Baby's First Messages From His Or Her Parents May Have Been Lullabies, Or At Least The Music Of Their Speaking Voices. All Of Us Have Had The Experience Of Hearing A Tune From Childhood And Having That Melody Evoke A Memory Or A Feeling. The Music We Hear Early On Tends To Stay With Us All Our Lives.

The Kingdom Of God Is For The Broken Hearted

Parents Are Like Shuttles On A Loom. They Join The Threads Of The Past With Threads Of The Future And Leave Their Own Bright Patterns As They Go.

It's Not The Honors And The Prizes And The Fancy Outsides Of Life Which Ultimately Nourish Our Souls. It's The Knowing That We Can Be Trusted, That We Never Have To Fear The Truth, That The Bedrock Of Our Very Being Is Good Stuff.

The Greatest Gift You Ever Give Is Your Honest Self.