We just celebrated our son’s eighth birthday. Instead of a gift, he asked friends to bring two dollars, one for him and one for charity. One friend did that; the others brought two dollars and a gift. No, my son did not complain. Ten days later, I was spending special time with my five year old daughter. It was time to do whatever she wanted to do–only together. The activity? Colouring. In the midst of colouring, she looked at me and said, “Dad, if you can’t think of a present for my birthday, just sing me a song.” Just sing me a song–such simple joy. No wonder Jesus said we need to be like little children in order to enter the kingdom of heaven. Dear God, please fill my heart with joyous song so I can sing to my daughter.

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