tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16367916.post4477057047707444449..comments2023-06-25T08:32:07.398-06:00Comments on My days and dreams: thank heavens for the little thingshi, it's me! melissa chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05280379007196906037noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16367916.post-83357298733703612122007-02-01T17:20:00.000-07:002007-02-01T17:20:00.000-07:00Every Christmas when we were little, our mom would...Every Christmas when we were little, our mom would read from Luke and share the story of the Saviour's birth. When it got to part of the "heavenly hosts singing" she would stop and tell us that we were a part of that choir. We know that we lived in heaven before we were born, therefore we were a part of the hosts in heaven, and thus sang and rejoiced at His birth.<br /><br />I always liked that. : >S'meehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12101359854973455791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16367916.post-10504197481500541152007-01-28T11:27:00.000-07:002007-01-28T11:27:00.000-07:00I think you're amazing. I love to hear you play th...I think you're amazing. I love to hear you play the guitar and I hven't done that enough.<br /><br />When ever I go to a choir concert or play, when ever I hear an accustic guitar, I always think of you.<br /><br />I love music more, since having met you.Lisa M.https://www.blogger.com/profile/01015215401481176075noreply@blogger.com