It's quite hard to have your mom as a teacher - it's like she's not necessarily a 'real teacher' for me. But she'd always teach me to really hear the music and develop my ear and to try and hear the harmonics of the piano.
How wonderful it would be if the love of God was our priority and the love of neighbour flowed from that.
The great gift of Easter is hope - Christian hope which makes us have that...
From your silken hair to your delicate feet you are perfection to me....
Until they put that sand and dirt in my face I will not sit in church all...
God has no religion.
