The sound of yummy noises fills my kitchen. The munching and mumbles of delight are so loud that my husband and I can’t hear each other across the table. The shrieks of happy childhood and the siren of a baby of few words echo off the other houses in our tiny city back yard. Then at night, I hear the sleepy song. The moans of settling, sometimes the refrains of Veggie Tales radio on Pandora. Glow Worm’s familiar classical tunes emanate from my son’s room while quiet conversations with her stuffed animal friends drift from my daughter’s. My house is a place of music. Mostly it is off key, ragged, uneven and interrupted. A medley of life with all of it’s high and low notes. But it is also continuous and unstoppable, eternal.

“This is my story. This is my song. Praising my Savior all the day long.” Fanny J. Crosby

“Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.” Psalm 150:6