Out of the Mouth of Babes...

"He never listens. I ask him everyday to clean his room and it looks like a tornado visits his room daily. He doesn't have chores. All I want him to do is keep his clean room. Is that asking too much?

As the lament over one of our older child goes on and on in rhythm with the turning of the wheels, it is as thought a dark cloud has descended directly into the front seat of the car, obscuring all else...

Out of the backseat, a beautiful, melodious voice innocently and insistently inquires,

"But do you still love him?"

Pin-drop silence as our 7 year old daughter resets reality for us....a ray of light piercing the darkness and dissolving the shadows of self-wrought distortions...