What a glorious blessing when something you so greatly miss doing with your parents is one thing that you 100% know you will do together again in Heaven!

But I'm most thankful not for the many times that they led us to sing together in church, but for the times when we just stood around the piano in our home and sang praises to Jesus.

I'm thankful for times they made our family sing together. I'm not the enthusiast for Southern Gospel that they were, but it beats everything that has succeeded it in at least this way—so many families sang together in those quartets and quintets!

I'm thankful for a Dad who, in addition to being a man's man—a hunter and fisherman, an entrepreneur, a professional expert in politics, a guy who built with his own hands an addition onto our house—loved to sing bass to gospel hymns and Gaither standards.

I'm thankful for a Mom who loved Jesus so much. My first exposure to the blessed hymns of the faith was her voice singing the alto line, making its way through amniotic fluid to my ears.

Unfollowing you if this article defends the idea that a boy was playing a drum there.

…including Clinton, Obama, and Biden.

It is an important measure of spiritual maturity and true faith to receive graciously from God that which you did not want.