Three years ago, I was visiting my older son and his family in the Andes Mountains of Peru where he was then serving as a missionary doctor. My three week visit was soon coming to an end and my granddaughers and I were feeling a little sad about that...especially Grandmommy. I found a tape recorder and we began singing songs together. They asked for a tape of me singing songs to them and so I recorded one for them.
During the last days of my recent visit with my older son and his family, now in Kentucky, it was my eleven year old granddaughter who sang for me. After a verse or two, my nine year old granddaughter joined in. Sweet, beautiful voices with perfect pitch. They knew every single word and verse. We sang that song in church this morning and the tears welled up. I couldn't help it.
Here's a brief portion of the song until I ran out of memory on my camera! Don't forget to scroll down and pause the blog playlist music first.
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