Precious Sounds from the First Floor

This morning I sat in my bedroom and worked on some last minute work items before heading out of town on business. The door was open and I could hear everything that was going on while school was in session with my wife and two girls.

It brought tears to my eyes.

The youngest was about to be given an answer to a problem and then she interrupted (in a good way) her mom because she wanted to figure it out on her own--and she did. A few minutes later they were running around the house (with permission). When my wife called for them to stop, they had to recite the scripture verses that they are memorizing this week. These verses are going to be stored away in their hearts and it's precious to me as a dad. Finally, I heard them singing the hymn Holy, Holy, Holy.

I am so thankful for the education that my girls are getting and for the work that my wife is doing with them. In case you're wondering, my oldest is now a freshman at a public high school and we've been pleased with his progress so far. It's still a work in progress, but he's applying himself and learning a lot about himself.

So, just thought I'd share a bit about life in our house--in case you cared.