This evening I asked Kaitlin to practise her violin without stipulating what to practise.. As I stepped outside to water the flowers I began to hear some familiar melodies coming through her slightly ajar bedroom window…Firstly Into the secret place, then Ephphatha and any other song of mine she could recall the melody to. I smiled to myself. How precious that my own child would choose to play her mother’s songs. How much more does our heavenly Father rejoice when we sing His songs of salvation back to Him! 