While I was pregnant with Ethan, I was an elementary music teacher. The students and I sang to him every day. When he was only one month old, he attended choir practices with us in preparation for the Christmas services. Now at the age of 4, he gets up every Sunday morning and goes with Peter to practice with the worship team. They've been so kind to give him his own bongos to play during practice - and from what I hear, he can keep a pretty good beat!
The other night, I put Ethan down to bed at 8:00 as usual. Around 8:30, I began to hear a noise coming from his room. I was ready to fuss at him for not going to sleep, but as I got closer to his door, I began to smile. I heard him belting at the top of his lungs, "He loves us, oooh how He loves us, ooooh how He loves us..."
"On my bed, I remember YOU. I think of YOU through the watches of the night." Psalms 63:6
Thank You, Lord for his talent and his passion... May he always worship You.
Here he is playing Chapel with his buddy, Reagan.
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