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I was relaxing on the playroom sofa engrossed in the novel by Ree Drummond with the grandchildren playing happily all around me.  I noticed movement to my left barely above the back of the sofa.  It was Larry-Boy, the Veggie Tale puppet.  Suddenly, “Larry-Boy” broke into the happy song “Veggie Tales”.   The sweet and tender voice of my just-turned-three-year-old grandson was perfectly carrying the tune.

My heart melted, and tears came to my eyes, as I thought about what a gift this sweet child is…and how different his life might have been.  I’m thankful beyond words that God picked this precious child to be a part of this family…all the way from Ethiopia.

And I’m especially thankful for his sweet gift of song…

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