They are some of my favorite memories. As Dad worked on our family cars during my childhood, I was more than willing to "assist" him. Sure, I learned a few things about cars over the years, but Dad taught me much more than car mechanics. He also taught me about laughter, life, love...and music. Not only did Dad whistle as he worked. Dad also sang as he worked...and Dad sang beautifully. He taught me "folk" songs handed down for generations as well as choruses of faith and hope. Before I even began playing piano around age four, I was singing songs and choruses Dad had shared with me.
One song that Dad taught me included these lyrics. "Whisper a prayer in the morning. Whisper a prayer at noon. Whisper a prayer in the evening to keep your heart in tune." I may have learned that song around age two or three but it remains vivid in memory decades later. The message it held then means even more to me now. Though my prayers are not fancy and certainly not profound, I believe with all my heart that they are heard. Knowing that He hears me...morning, noon and night...makes this journey much more peaceful and purposeful. My prayers are simple but there's nothing ordinary about the One Who listens, loves and leads me...anyway. I am amazed. I am grateful. I am never alone.<3~thl
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