OK, so I’m a day behind everyone else on the thanks giving. It’s Thursday and I’m just now getting around to what I was thankful for yesterday. I mean, I gave thanks yesterday, but I haven’t told you about it yet. And everyone knows that if it isn’t on the internet, then it’s like it never happened.
I am thankful that all four of my children enjoy music, singing, and creating their own songs and tunes. Hannah wrote her first song when she was about 5 years old. It’s a song that calls for everyone to praise the Lord. She and Benjamin have written a few together. Noah likes to get in there to provide percussion. Abbey tends to sing and dance.
It makes for a very noisy household, which can be a bad thing sometimes, but most of the time it’s good. Someone is always singing or whistling or playing the piano or playing a guitar or blowing a recorder (lately, a kazoo) or tapping on a flat surface. Last night, on the way home from church, the kids and I were singing Hillsong’s, “My Redeemer Lives.” It was fun and crazy-loud, but at least we have a short ride home. I’m most thankful that we can sing together the songs of the redeemed.
I won’t lie: sometimes the cacophony becomes unbearable, and I have to command my young musicians to be quiet for a little while (or I send them outside). And when Daddy is home they know they have to tone it down. But I know my home won’t always be this busy and noisy, so (most of the time) I try to enjoy their musical creativity and let them be.