We have this newfangled console in our gas-guzzler that lists the artist and the name of the song that’s playing on the radio. Some days I want to smash it with a sledgehammer. There are some among us who insist on knowing exactly what that screen says every.single.time. And if no one answers, he just keeps asking until he gets an answer.
I know. First world problems, right? I like calm, peaceful, introspective rides in the car. What can I say? It’s in my genes. There’s nothing more enjoyable than a silent car ride.
But God is determined to use that gas-guzzler for my personal sanctification. Not only did he give me three boys who are only silent when they’re unconscious, but he gave me three boys who find great joy in music. We talk about the songs, make up alternate lyrics, mock the unusual band names…protest loudly when our least favorite song pops up.
Even though it adds to the chaos and the noise during carpool, I’ve had some of my most enjoyable conversations with the boys over a song on the radio. And even better, I hear their sweet little voices still humming those tunes as they tinker with their Legos or hang out around the house.
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Let’s just write and not worry if it’s just right or not.” -Lisa Jo Baker
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