• 12Apr
    Here is the first load of block that Matthew and I unloaded for the garage.  There was one more load, but this one wore us out.  =)
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    Garage

    Garage

  • 12Apr

    When I think of the phrase “Make a Joyful Noise”  I don’t think of the militant ruckus of a colicky 3 month old sung in chorus with a 15 month old’s desire for food.  Add to that an older child’s whine for their own self-serving purpose, and another child’s loud arrogant demand for superiority.  But those are noises that I seem to hear on a regular basis.  Another mark on the already filthy window of this sin-cursed world.

    Rather, I like to think of things like the opportunities I have to play the piano (which I got to do for church this morning – nerve racking because it’s been so long, but nice to be able to do that again), the kids singing in chorus from the back of the van, and Dan singing off key at the top of his lungs just because he wanted to.  That kind of “noise” is more soothing to the soul.

    I miss hearing Dan’s brand of music.  I feel like I haven’t been able to sing on key for several years because I was always standing next to him, listening to him belt out the song without any finesse, but definitely making a joyful noise.  He made me smile with his silly songs he would sing to the kids while making dinner, while playing with them, and while working with them.  He liked to include their names and sometimes I would join in with a silly little rhyme or two of my own.  It’s been a while since I’ve sung a silly song with the kids.