It warms my heart to hear my kids co-operating on something—anything. It has not always been so. I remember sending two of our boys into their room to stay until they could emerge as friends. We heard some thumping and hollering, but pretty soon it changed to laughing, and they appeared with their arms around each other’s shoulders. We felt good about it; so did they. Do you suppose our Heavenly Father reacts any differently when we celebrate each other? I learned a valuable lesson from my pastor’s wife a long time ago. We were driving her somewhere and our kids were getting on my nerves with their racket in the car.
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