I am determined to make 2009 a summer of reading. Little Will has started reading The Boxcar Children aloud to Nate, Sam and me, and I hope this is just the first of many stories that we enjoy this summer. Since I usually blog when the boys are at school, I am thinking that a shortened blog format might be good for our homelife, at least on occasion. Hence, I am going to do a top ten list, every now and then, in lieu of my normal weekly post.
- The Power of the Cross by Getty Music. “Oh to see my name. Written in the wounds, For through Your suffering I am free.”
- Held by Natalie Grant. “If hope is born of suffering. If this is only the beginning. Can we not wait, for one hour? Watching for our Savior?”
- How Deep the Father’s Love for Us by Sarah Sadler. “Ashamed I hear my mocking voice call out among the scoffers.”
- Something Beautiful by Newsboys. “I want a new beginning. One without an end.”
- Revelation Song by Gateway Worship. “I’m filled with wonder, awestruck wonder. At the mention of Your name.”
- Husbands and Wives by Brooks and Dunn. “Pride is the chief cause in the decline in the number of husbands and wives.”
- Be Thou My Vision By Ginny Owens. “Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise. Thou mine inheritance, now and always.”
- Finally Home by MercyMe “I’m gonna wrap my arms around my daddy’s neck. And tell him that I’ve missed him…When I finally make it home.”
- In Christ Alone by Getty Music. “No pow’r of hell, no scheme of man, can every pluck me from His hand.”
- Forever On and On by Point of Grace. “I’d just as soon try and count the stars up in the sky…than to measure the love there is between His outstretched hands.”
Sam has always been musical. When he was about two weeks old, he started to love Johnny Cash. I’m not kidding. The older boys went to different preschools and so we spent a lot of time driving around. Sam would be screaming his precious little head off and I’d put on Johnny Cash and he’d stop. He even showed a strong preference for “I’ve Been Everywhere.” This despite the fact that our household has a Johnny Cash theme song, “Jackson.” If we tried to play “Jackson,” Sam would cry and the older boys would plead, ‘”Mom, Mom, put on his favorite, put on his favorite.” Only God knows how many times we listened to that song. When Daddy was in the car with us he’d try to play something else, saying “I’m not going to let my newborn dictate what music I listen to.” But eventually he’d give in too. You can’t really listen to anything when our little Pavarotti is exercising his lungs.