Saturday night about 10:30 Birch came upstairs where I was watching a little Food Network in the bedroom (my favorite channel, I must admit. Birch says it's the equivalent of Crack Addict's Network, but I digress). He requested I come downstairs and hear him sing. That got my attention.

Turns out he really wanted How Deep the Father's Love for Us sung at the end of his sermon to put the finishing touch on it. Turns out that he also has this deep longing to sing in front of people.

Well.

My husband, who I love more than you can imagine (although you may love yours this much also) has so many God-given talents and gifts. This is not one of them.

Since I was already in my nightly vegetative state, and since Bobby Flay was throwing down on some Pad Thai, I requested he just sing it for me upstairs. So in the hallway, the very narrow 1967 hallway, the same hallway that we share with the kids' rooms, he belted it out a cappella.

Did I mention I love him? All I could do was cover my face with as much skin as both hands would allow and hope that in the dark he couldn't see my entire body shaking with uncontrollable giggles.

I would like to stop here and point out that God doesn't care how well we sing. This I know. It's the condition of our heart, not our voice, that He cares about. One of the most beautiful solos I've ever heard sung in church was by a man who had never sung in public before (or since) and it was flawed and gorgeous because his desire to worship was written all over him.

However.

Then it was over. Silence. Me fighting for control and searching for the words that dissect the line between honesty and support. What to say, what to say... and then-

"Daddy?"

There she stood in the hall. A hesitant question to be asked.

"Would you like for me to sing it for you?"

And it was beautiful. Perhaps even more of a moment than her a cappella version of O come, O come Emmanuel that she blessed us with at Christmas. As soon as he closed his sermon, she silently stepped from her pew, turned and began to sweetly sing.

And the treasure of it is that I got to watch them both glorify their God together with the gifts they were each given. They were quite a team.