My heart sings their songs; the ones they are yet learning to sing ......songs of a little boy, growing up so quickly ... ever learning and exploring, becoming a young character full of promise and steadfast faith; a warrior of truth and prayer ... loving and protecting family and friends ... dreaming of being a soldier ... growing in the power of a soft heart ... finding that integrity is not something to be attained, but that it lies within him ...these are his songs ...
...songs of a little girl, crossing boundaries between tea parties and tadpoles; beginning to pray and believe in God, loving nature and daring gravity... Her spirit soars and her feet dance to the music of life, drumming the rhythms of freedom ... as we gently teach her to walk in the ways of her Creator. ... yet, she pauses for the beauty of a flower, and glories in a new brooch for her dress ... these are her songs ...
These, and many more, will be their songs ... and for now, in this moment, as the wind scampers across their cheeks, and the sun kisses their knees, I stand here, nearly bursting with pride. I am so blessed. They are beautiful. They belong to God. He has given them to me to care for ... I will sing their songs until they sing them for Him ... and from then on, I will carry the melodies in my heart ... until my last breath ... for these are the songs we live and die for.
The music of our children.
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