I can honestly say that in my house, we are officially over winter. I don’t know how much more of it we can take. The other morning, I was driving my son to school and he asked when the seasons would change. He is tired of dead trees and wants to see all the pretty colors again. I laughed at the irritation I heard in his voice. He then asked if when the seasons change, will the rain stop too? I told him it is unfortunately, the opposite. As the saying goes, “April showers bring May flowers.” He was disappointed.

I told him that although we get sick of the rain, that it’s a good thing. All the trees and grass are dead. The rain will come down and nourish the ground which in turn will help the trees and grass and flowers come back to life. It’s how God intended it. The next day as I drove into Dallas I dwelt on the conversation I had with my son.

I saw the trees that were once full and beautiful with vibrant shades of green that are now void of any color or life. I thought that’s how we must look. Maybe once we were vibrant. Maybe once we had every shade of green on our branches that soaked up the sunlight. The shade we offered drew people to us. But the winter has dried us all out.

God began to speak to me. A new season is coming He said. He is getting ready to send the rain. A spiritual downpour is on the horizon. I can see the clouds moving in. I feel the wind changing and I can hear the thunderous roar in the distance. My roots are parched in this dry ground and I am ready for the water. My soul longs to be quenched. I am ready to be full and vibrant once again. I want to offer shade to others that are in need. Even better if I can share fruit off my branches.

Are you ready for the rain? The downpour is coming. The storm is fast approaching. Ready yourself for the outpouring of the Lord!

I don’t know about you, but when I listen to my worship music I see it in my head. I get visuals of the song being acted out. The other night I was listening to “Throne Room” by Kim Walker-Smith. As I listened to each word she sings out I began to picture it.

She sings “I run to the throne room”. I see a close up of bare feet. They are frantically running down halls. Turning, trying to find their destination as quickly as possible. I see two giant double doors. They are beautifully ornate. The weight of the doors in comparable. I see the back of a woman who puts one foot behind her to use all her might to fling the doors open. It’s an even more beautiful sight; a grand throne room. The sunlight pours in and shimmers off the gold that has been used to build it. She races past column after column to reach the steps before the throne.

Next, she sings, “I fall on my face with angels and saints and all I can say is Holy, Holy, Holy are You God.” I see her. She has reached the steps. She doesn’t simply drop to her knees, but rather she flings herself to the ground. She throws her arms out to the side of her in complete and total surrender. Her eyes are closed now as she is “undone” at the sight of Him. She can not gather the strength to speak any word other than “Holy”.

Angels now line the throne room. They have gathered to watch her as she cries out in ways they can never understand. “The weight of Your name” is too much, she can’t contain it. “Holy, Holy, Holy are You” is still all the she manages to get out. She is still laying at the base of the steps when a foot comes down one step at a time. He is wearing sandals, but they don’t hide the holes in His feet. She closes her eyes as she is overwhelmed with His majesty.

Suddenly, she feels a warmth come over her. Where she was once frantic to reach Him, she now feels a peace. There is no more fear, only His “perfect love” remains. She becomes overwhelmed by this. Again, the weight of His name is too much that she can’t even say it. She begins to cry out again, but this time only moans come forth. She lays there as He continues to comfort her. She does not need to form words as He knows what she needs.

I am not the woman I see in this vision. Why not? Why do I not frantically run to Him every day? I am welcomed in the throne room of the Most High God. Why do I not take advantage of this? I have found myself there before in the darkest moments of my life and I have felt Him step down from His throne to comfort me. But why do I only do this during the difficult times? Every day that I wake up the first thing I should do is take off running to Him. To fling myself before all His glory. To cry out to tell Him that He is Holy! I don’t even need to use words, but if I can find the strength I will cry out “Holy, Holy, Holy are You God”.

My mom has been a Bible teacher for over 20 years now. I have sat under her teaching since I was 10 years old. I have listened to her share testimony and story again and again, amazed and reminded of God’s greatness each time. Once again, I find myself sitting under her leadership. She has been given a new vision for the brides of Christ.

As I arrived this past Tuesday, I was already in tears after listening to “Throne Room” by Kim Walker Smith. I knew I was a mess and let myself in a little early to clean myself up in the restroom. As I walked into the study room, I heard my mom and her dear friend praying for those of us that would be attending. I closed my eyes and listened to her pour her heart out to God on our behalf. She asked that He reveal to us who we truly are…His bride.

I immediately thought of Esther. “Lord, make us like Esther,” I quietly said to myself. If you remember, Esther was no one. She was plucked out of obscurity and taken to the palace. She looked on as every woman there was pampered and dressed up to be shown to the king. Esther humbly presented herself and found favor. Before long she was his bride. When her family was being attacked, she had to find the strength to go before the king. Not an easy task when the penalty for showing up before him uninvited is death. But as she took her rightful place as the bride of the king, she saved the lives of many.

I thought of Esther because we too are the bride of a King. We have been plucked from obscurity. We have nothing to offer our King, yet when we present ourselves humbly, we find His favor. He chooses us. But there is an enemy in our midst. He plots secretly to destroy us and our family. Fear of death holds us back from taking our rightful place. But when we find the strength to go before our King and call out the lies of the enemy, we find that our King will do anything for us.

It is time, dear brides, that we enter the throne room of our King. We have found favor in His presence. He will choose you time and time again. We do not need to fear the lies the enemy speaks. When pressed by fear, stand tall and shout to the enemy “Do you know who I am? I am the bride of the Almighty King. I need only to take my concern before my Beloved and He will move mountains for me.” The time has come to take your place beloved bride!

When I opened my eyes, I realized the room was dark. As I looked around I saw a small window, but there was no sunlight coming through. On the opposite side was a large metal door. I moved to go towards it, but when I tried to get up I realized I’m shackled to the floor. I cry out for someone to help me, but I hear nothing. “Lord, why is this happening?” I ask. There’s no response. I asked again, “Lord, why?” My fear grows with every second of silence.

After what seemed an eternity I hear a voice. “Praise Me”, He says. What? I must not have heard that right. How could I praise Him when I’m chained in this prison cell? The Lord reminds me that Paul and Silas were once in prison. They sang praises to God and a great earthquake came and opened the doors and loosed the chains (Acts 16:25-26). “If you wish to be free, sing praises to Me.” I still don’t understand. “But Lord, this is life and death. How can I sing praises? Tell me that You will choose life so that I can sing praises to you.” That’s not how He works. I ask again for Him to tell me if it will be life or death. He responds with, “Does it matter?” Of course! He asked me again, “Does it matter? Will an outcome of life or death change who I am?” Will it? Can He ever be anything other good? The answer is no. I find the strength to push through the fear and tell Him that He is good. Whatever He chooses I will praise Him.

Just then a burst of light comes through the window. It grows and overtakes the darkness of the cell. I close my eyes to escape it. I feel my chains fall to the ground and with it the walls that once held me captive. I was free! In a matter of seconds, my captivity had turned to freedom. This is my story. I was chained in a prison cell of fear. I had let the enemy in and convince me that death was looming. Not my own, but my daughters.

One thing my mom had always taught me growing up is that the enemy can’t read your mind. Only once something is spoken can he act. I had made the mistake one day of speaking my fear out loud to a friend. I was afraid she wouldn’t survive. Bam! The enemy put death everywhere. It was in the music I heard. It was in the shows I watched. It was a sticker on the cars around me. The enemy had been so convincing that I began to believe that this was God preparing me to lose her.

When I had my quiet times, crying out to the Lord to spare her, he took me the story of Abraham and Isaac. He told me that just as Abraham had to lay Isaac down as an offering without knowing the ram would appear, so I had to do. I questioned Him. How could I lay her down without knowing? I needed to know. How was I to prepare my heart? How could I lay my child at His altar and not know if He would spare her life? He continued to ask me if He was good. He told me over and over to sing His praises. I didn’t want to.

I thought back to the saying that “God will never give you more than you can handle”. This was more than I could handle, but God knew that. He told me that He will always give me more than I can handle, because I’m not meant to. I’m meant to hand it off to Him. When I let go of it, He would be able to work. And so, I made the decision to praise Him either way. I decided that my God is a good God and that if the ram didn’t appear for my daughter, that she would still have life…just life with Him.

When I praised him, I could suddenly breathe again. My imprisonment had faded away and all I could see was the glory of my King. When we surrender and release our fear or worries for praise, we are set free to sit back and watch Him work! It’s such a simple task that He asks of us; to praise Him. How easy that is when the alternate option is to fix a situation that we were never meant to take on in the first place. I challenge you today, no matter what you are going through to let go. Be free from the bindings of this world. The enemy wants you to be locked in a cell, but God offers freedom. Freedom from the worries. Freedom from the chains. Freedom from fear. Freedom to cast them off on Him. Freedom to rest. Freedom to praise!

Most mornings I must load up all three kids to drop just one off at school. Yesterday my husband had a later start than usual for work and so I was able to leave the girls with him and just take Jones. This means on the way home from school I had a nice quiet car. I began to pray for the marriage of someone that I know. As I prayed God gave me a wonderful visual.

I’m sure many of you are familiar with Ecclesiastes 4:12 that says, “A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.” God brought this verse to my memory as I was praying. What I saw was two trees planted firmly in the ground. A rope (Christ) stretched around them as to move the two closer together, but it cannot. The trees may bend, but they are unwavering. The roots run too deep. If this continues then the trees will snap and break.

But soon God uproots the trees. Rather than replanting them, He plants Himself. A large sturdy tree that will never break. He has taken two ropes and twisted them around His tree instead. The rope intertwines as it twists around this large beautiful tree, but as is the way of life, stress is put on the rope. It begins to fray and come apart at the seams. However, if you put fire to the rope, it will burn it and keep it from coming apart. The rope is now stronger and will always bare the mark of being put to the fire.

I received this vision as I was praying for someone else, but it was fitting to my own marriage as well. For so long we tried to have Christ do what we thought was best, but in our stubbornness, nothing ever happened. It wasn’t until He uprooted us, and we had no choice but to wrap our lives around Him. We did fray in the stressful times. We came apart at the seams. Thankfully He held the fire to us and we came out stronger. You can see the scorch marks as they will never fade. At times we went in different directions, but when two ropes are wrapped around one tree, it’s inevitable that they should meet again.

How often do we try to switch places with God? We were not ever meant to be the tree that was planted in the ground. He was never meant to be the rope. Let go. Allow yourself to be uprooted. Allow God to take His rightful place as the sturdy, unmovable tree. His roots will reach farther than ours ever could. Allow Him to transform you into the rope. Yes, you may fray. You may stretch too thin and begin to feel yourself grow weaker, but He will hold the fire to you. The fraying will not only stop, but you will now be stronger. Don’t hide the burn mark in shame, but rather show it for all to see. A beautiful testimony of God’s faithfulness!

My daughter turns 5 this coming Sunday. I have a hard time with how quickly time is passing. I remember laying in the hospital bed all hooked up, working through the contractions. My parents and a friend were there along with my husband. When it was time to push, everyone but Jamin was hurried out of the room. They made it to the end of the hall, took a picture in front of a sign that said no waiting in the hallways before they heard the music. They didn’t believe that it could be her so quickly, but sure enough they were called right back in to meet my Ruby.

I have been fortunate when it comes to the delivery as all three of my children were born with a single push. The hospital she was born at played music throughout the hospital when a baby was born. My Ruby was born to music, there was rejoicing in her birth. I believe it’s fitting for her though as she has a spirit of worship. She loves to sing! She does sometimes sing songs that you or I know, but more often she sings her own songs. Things that come out of her heart. Singing to Jesus how much she loves Him, and it blesses me to hear her.

I love to see in my children the God given gifts that they possess. As I said, my Ruby is a worshiper. It’s a natural gift for her to sing and to worship. My oldest, Jones, is a natural leader. He has a shepherd’s heart. He feels for those around him and is empathetic to what they go through, but he’s strong and is not afraid to take the lead. My youngest, Virginia, I’m not entirely sure yet since she’s only three, but I believe I can see the heart of an encourager. She loves to be silly and make others laugh. I call her my “lovebug” because she loves to love on you and when she does, she LOVES on you.

I don’t say these things to brag on my children, but these are things I recognize in them. It’s my job as their mother to see this and to nurture them. I want to encourage them to rise in the gifts that God has given to them. I want to teach my son to be a leader, but I must nurture it the right way. It’s my job to teach him the difference between being a leader and a bully. I want Ruby to continue to sing and I must be careful to not squash the dream that lives within her. Virginia can love hard, but she can swing the opposite direction just as fast. It is up to me to teach her how to deal with her anger.

With Christmas just around the corner, I have been enjoying the Christmas music. I’ve been listening to “Mary Did You Know?” on repeat. I often think of my children when I hear that song. I love to shower them with kisses and I can’t imagine kissing the face of God! The task she was given is beyond anything I can imagine. And though I do not raise God Himself, I am still tasked with raising my children to be as Christ-like as possible. I feel the weight of this task every day that I look at them and see Him. Every day that I see how He made them. Knowing how much He loves them and knowing there is a task for them to one day accomplish.

Another favorite song is “Breath of Heaven” by Amy Grant. She sings “do you wonder as you watch my face, if a wiser one should have had my place.” I so often feel as though I’m failing, but then I am reminded that He gifted these children to me. That He entrusted me to raise them up.

I am far from being a perfect mother, but I see what God has given me to do. I am challenged to raise my children to know who they are in Him. To raise them to have a relationship with Him so that He may one day explain to them what it is He created them to do; to worship, to lead, to teach, to encourage, to prophesy, to dream, to give.

There’s a popular saying that goes, “Your greatest contribution to the Kingdom of Heaven may not be something you do, but someone you raise.” And while my children may be my greatest contribution, it is still something that I must do. I must be active in raising them to be Christ-like because they too will one day have a contribution to make to His Kingdom. Let us be active today, tomorrow and every day that follows.

I’m sure each of you, like me, has grown up hearing the saying “you catch more flies with honey than vinegar.” It’s such an odd saying to catch on. Is there not something more appealing to use than flies? Why not something with puppies? I’d much rather be at the bottom of a puppy pile rather than in a swarm of flies, but I digress. The point of this saying is to say that you will attract people by being sweet rather than sour.

Last week I had a last-minute play date with a new friend. We sat on her couch as all 6 children ran around her house as though they’ve been locked in a room for a month. In between the screams of excitement, we managed to get in a few words. She had told me that she woke up in the early morning hours and couldn’t go back to sleep. She eventually decided to read an article and by the time her husband got up, she was sobbing.

The article was about how mothers can transfer their stress to their children if they are not careful. That as parents you should deal with it, so your children don’t pick up on it. Now, my friend has had a very stressful last few months. She’s had to deal with a few things that would be tough for any mom. I felt myself get irritated about this article and that she was made to feel guilty by it. Parenting is stressful enough without having someone tell you that you are probably failing at it and in the process messing up your children.

As she told me about how the article made her feel, I couldn’t help but think of something my mom had told me recently. She’s been reading a book about the prophetess Deborah. There’s a part in the book that speaks of being sweet like a honey bee or stinging like a wasp. That a honey bee creates something sweet and delicious that can be shared with many people. The wasp stings and brings only pain. You’ve read the scripture I’m sure that says your words have the power to bring life or death (Proverbs 18:21) and the depiction between the honey bee and the wasp is a perfect example.

I’ve had people speak death to me about circumstances and I always felt defeated and then second guess myself. I’ve had people speak life to me and I felt invigorated to continue through difficult circumstances. There’s a reason that the Bible tells us “the soothing tongue is a tree of life, but a perverse tongue crushes the spirit” (Proverbs 15). I doubt the author of that article intended to crush anyone’s spirit, but often we’re not aware of the power of our words.

For myself even just yesterday, a worker at a grocery store told me I looked like I haven’t slept in four days. And while yes, I am exhausted, I didn’t need him to tell me that. I was already struggling yesterday not feeling too great about myself, but after his words were spoken I felt even worse. He didn’t intend that I’m sure, but his carelessness over his choice of words had a greater affect that he would have imagined.

I’m reminded of something my mom often says and forgive me if this upsets you. She says, “You don’t have to tell a fat person they’re fat, they already know.” That man yesterday didn’t have to tell me that I looked tired, I already knew that. The author of that article didn’t have to tell my friend that she’s passing her stress to her children, she already knows. This is where the saying “thank you captain obvious” comes in to play.

I encourage you today to be more cautious of your words. Don’t be like the wasp who brings only pain. The wasp does not die after stinging, it lives on and will continue to sting. Even the honey bee will sting, but only once and will leave behind something sweet.  You can still “sting” someone but make it sweet. Let us use Psalm 119:103 as our example, “How sweet are your words to my taste, sweeter than honey to my mouth”. Give the choice of wasp or honey, let us sting like a bee.

As I’ve mentioned previously one of my favorite singers is Lauren Daigle. She’s from the Lafayette area and so we share some mutual friends. This means stories about her pop up on my Facebook feed regularly. Recently she was mentioned quite often due to her performing on the Ellen Degeneres talk show. She was criticized by some for going on the show to perform and her response is, in my opinion, powerful. She said, “I think the second we start drawing lines around which people are able to be approached and which aren’t, we’ve already completely missed the heart of God.”

The profoundness and impact of that statement is so close to my heart. When I was younger I worked with some “Christian” women and some unbelievers. Soon I began to see conflict in the work place like I had never seen before. I had a specific co-worker that was a non-believer. She never claimed to know Christ and so why would she be expected to act like a Christ follower? These godly women that were leaders in their churches and in the community began to criticize her. They would say cruel things behind her back and eventually to her face.

When we had our company Christmas party we decided to ride together. As I took her back to her car we sat in the parking lot for a couple of hours talking. We talked about the difference in our upbringings and our lifestyles. We laughed and cried and genuinely got to know each other. How could anyone be mean to someone so sweet? But the words she spoke to me that night have impacted my life far beyond what I’m sure she expected. “I have never known a kind Christian until you”, she told me. That statement broke my heart as it should yours.

I want you to stop and really think about that for a minute. She had never met a kind Christian. How is that even possible? Just like Lauren Daigle’s response, people had drawn lines around her and decided she shouldn’t be approached. She was too far gone. The choices that she had made up until that point in her life were “disgusting” and so she didn’t deserve to hear about the love of Christ.

1 Corinthians 13:2 tells us, “If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing.” You can teach Sunday School, have quiet times, go to Bible Study and do everything perfect, but if you do not have love then it is worthless.

The Pharisee’s had knowledge and faith, but they did not have love. They were bound by law and religion so much so that they couldn’t see Jesus for who He was. He didn’t act the way they wanted Him to. He didn’t cater to the “righteous” but rather went to the sinners. The Pharisee’s wanted lines drawn dividing them from those that they considered beneath them. Christ came to erase those lines and as His disciples we should too.

What kind of legacy are you leaving? Have you missed the message of Christ completely or have you shown love to someone that has never seen it before? Are you a Pharisee bound by law and religion looking down on people around you? Are you a disciple of Christ that operates in love and relationship leading others to know what Christ is really offering them? I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to be responsible for someone deciding against Christ because I couldn’t or rather didn’t want to show love. So, which is it, Pharisee or Disciple?

Movies. Movies are my escape. You know, that one thing at the end of a hectic day that helps you to unwind and relax. Everyone has one. Mine is movies. I love just about every genre; drama, romance, musical, sci-fi, fantasy, action, etc. One day my mom confronted me about a movie choice as she didn’t approve. I told her that when God convicted me on the movies I watched, then I would stop watching. She asked me if I had prayed then and asked God. With all the cockiness I could muster I looked her straight in the eyes and said, “No. When He’s ready to convict me then He’ll just convict me.” Cue eye roll. I know, I was young.

Sure enough though, the day came and conviction flooded in. What sort of things had I allowed into my home through the movies I watched? It was time for a radical change. It started out slightly difficult, but I found that as the Lord empowered me the temptation grew smaller. My selection of movies dwindled, but the atmosphere in my house was different. A good different! However, that’s not to say that temptation still isn’t something I deal with.

Just recently I fell into temptation. My son was at school and both of my girls were napping. I had a quiet living room to myself. I turned on Netflix and soon saw one of my old favorite movies. As I’m sure most of you know that if you sit on a selection, Netflix will now play a trailer for the movie. I lingered for a moment and watched the trailer. I saw an actress that I hadn’t recognized in the movie before. I decided to see if it was really her.

I skipped ahead to a scene I knew she would be in. It was the actress I thought it was. I should have then turned it off, but I didn’t. As I watched it continued onto the next scene and what I had told myself was only going to be a “few seconds” soon turned into a few minutes. I started to tell myself that it’s only a movie. Though dark and supernatural in nature, what harm would it really do? I’ve watched it plenty of times before.

As I began to give way to my temptation and explain it away, my dog stood in front of my TV and started barking. For those of you who do not know, I have a rather large Great Dane. He blocked the entire screen and overpowered the sound with his booming bark. As he stared straight at me, I became uncomfortable and turned the TV off. He immediately stopped barking. I couldn’t help but laugh at the situation and say “Okay God. I hear you! You’ll even use my dog to get my attention.”

It reminded me of Balaam in the Bible with his talking donkey. There was an angel of the Lord in Balaam’s path that only the donkey could see. His donkey did everything he could to stay out of the angel’s path. Eventually God opened the donkeys mouth to speak to Balaam. Then God opened his eyes so that Balaam himself could see the angel of the Lord (Numbers 22). My eyes were closed, but because I had shut them. I didn’t want to see the Lord in my moment of weakness. God moved my dog in front of me and used him to “speak” to me. Not like Balaam’s donkey, but in a message that I could still understand.

I gave way to my temptation knowingly and willingly. What I had told myself would only be a second soon turned into minutes and I was trying to convince myself it wouldn’t hurt anyone if I watched the movie. It’s just a movie after all. Isn’t that how the enemy works though? It’s just a small thing. Who will it hurt? Surely just a tiny bit will be okay? Isn’t it good? Don’t you need just a little bit more?

The truth is, God had already told me who it would hurt. But more than that I knew that God had told me to lay them down and I had now willfully disobeyed His command. My mom has often mentioned that God always has His hand on us. He’s either patting us on the head or spanking us on the butt. I certainly deserved a spanking that day, but rather He patted me on the head and told me it’s okay. I will always fall short, but that’s what His grace is for.

Have you fallen into temptation recently? What signs has He put before you to grab your attention? He tells us in 1 Peter 5:8 to “Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour.” We must be alert to the traps the enemy has placed around us for he is surely aware of our weaknesses, but God’s grace is there when we fall. Verse 10 and 11 of that same chapter say, “And the God of all grace…will Himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast. To Him be the power for ever and ever. Amen.” There is no better way to end than that!

My children have recently decided to stop watching movies in the car and instead want to listen music. This is an incredible blessing straight from the Lord. I no longer must listen to the same cartoon’s over and over and over again. No more fighting over who’s turn it is to pick the movie. Instead, we listen to mommy’s favorite songs. The kids all buckled in the back scream the lyrics as loud as possible and although my ears may hurt, what a blessing to hear my children sing praises to the Lord.

More than that, the songs make them ask questions. One of my favorite songs is “Thy Will” by Hillary Scott. She sings that although she doesn’t understand how her broken heart can be His will, she will still cry out that His will be done. When the song finished, my daughter asked me what she meant. I happily paused the music for this question.

I explained that sometimes bad things happen in our life, but God has a plan for us. We must let go of what we feel and cling to God’s plan. Although she’s only 4, her next question was true of any of us, “but mommy what if my plan is better?” How can I make her understand this? “What is one of your favorite things?” I asked her. She shouted out, “A Pegasus!” I had the perfect example, she watches a cartoon with a Pegasus. A cartoon is as close as she can get and that’s good enough for her. “However, what if God wanted to give you one?” I asked. Her face changed with great excitement. I asked her which is better, a cartoon or the real thing? The choice is clear. That’s what the words “Thy will be done” mean. God’s plan is always much better than anything we can think of.

I count this interaction as 3 blessings in 1. One, I no longer have to listen to cartoons. Two, my children sing praises to the Lord. Three, my children learn more about Him! I read in a Bible study recently that a generation walked away from the Lord because the older did not teach the younger about Him. It is up to you and to me as parents to teach our children. Every interaction is an opportunity to them about who He is.

Even just this morning my daughter mentioned the beautiful sky. I told her that God created that sunrise just to show her how much He lover her. In her wonderful sweetness she said, “but mommy God loves everybody.” Yes, this is true, “but every so often He does little things just for you to show you how much He loves you”, I said. God created that sunrise just for her this morning, because He knew she would mention it.

No opportunity should pass by that we don’t explain the goodness of God to our children. Never be caught up in your own music that you won’t pause the song. Never be so distracted that you don’t hear what they say. Even the smallest of things is a way to explain a little more about who He is. We can not let the next generation walk away without knowing the fullness and goodness of God!