The house is quiet. The tick of the clock, my fingers tapping on the keyboard, and the hum of the fridge are the only sounds in the background. But, then I hear the soft voice of my son singing.
In the quiet, in the rest we can look away from the activities that accumulate, the pressures that pile up, the needs that never end, the fears that make us falter.
Instead we, the redeemed, can raise our voice and sing to the Lord.
When we reflect on the beauty and majesty of our God, Creator, Redeemer our eyes are opened and our tongues will sing.
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