My son sent a text to the family.
He was telling all of us that his four-and-a-half year old daughter was taking piano lessons.
Her teacher is a young woman with an obvious love of both children and music.
Lessons are basic and introductory, but the motivation to learn to play is there.

My son and daughter-in-love are very musical.
Music is always heard in their house.
Their two daughters cannot help but be surrounded by it.
They are catching their Mommy and Daddy’s enthusiasm and the sheer joy of music.

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It’s a tricky thing to tell a story.
Get your facts wrong and the story is untrue.
Get your facts right, but tell it in the first person, and you may get too close to self promotion.
Tell the story just right and, prayerfully, it blesses many.

My dear friend and I went to a local coffee shop.
We usually talk weekly and pray on the phone.
With my new grandbaby and the Thanksgiving holiday, it had been a while since we talked.
I knew we would be sitting at the table in the coffee shop for hours.

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When I was a little girl, getting new shoes was so exciting.
Those were the days of shoe stores and small benches with an incline on which to put your foot.
Those were the days of shoe salesmen who went to the back room to bring out the size you needed.
The mysterious back room, from which boxes of every shoe you could desire, came.

The shoe salesman removed your shoe and actually put the new shoe on your feet.
You had to wear socks or tights for sanitary reasons.
You could never try on shoes if you were barefoot.
To this day, I still hold onto those same rules.

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