story, telling your story, living with your story, library of stroies, chick-fil-et, every life has a story

Sometimes new is hard. So hard, that words intended for comfort don’t bring comfort. They merely patronize.

I love the idea of teaching our kids to connect with God with prayers that are set to music. Whether at meals or before bed we are teaching them simple hymns with good truths that hopefully will never leave them.

I will damage my kids. I know that. I’m a fallen mess that will hurt them and neglect them. Some day they will have a conversation with their spouse about the ways I messed up their life and how they will choose to do things different.

I’m now a mom, and I’m trying to teach my children songs. I want lyrics to sink into their souls so that they will never forget. Songs that teach them about Jesus, the disciples, the order of the New Testament, the fruits of the Spirit, etc. I want to bestow on them the wealth of God’s Word thru music.

Here is a simply policy Bethany and I use for managing our Facebook friends: If we’re cool with you coming over and having a cup of coffee around the dinning room table, then you’re in.