"Family devotions" sounds so...holy, so sacred, so somber, so "don't-we-have-it-all-together?", so "reserved for the preachers family-ish"...doesn't it? Well, please get that image out of your mind's eye. It just doesn't happen that way here.
As hard as we try, we often only take the time to "do devotions" once or twice a week. Sometimes a week or two will go by between family devotions. In the evenings, usually after supper and before he scoots back out for a meeting, my Man enters the room carrying a hymn book, a children's hymnal, and a devotional for kids. What follows is, without a doubt, the loudest, most uproarious event in our day.
That the kids adore singing with their Dad is a testament to their measure of love for him. Church members in many states can join me in affirmation as I tell you that my Man a joyful noise does make.
I've never met another who so revels in singing praises to our King. My Man sings from his heart, and with the strong voice of a preacher. I love to watch him worship (but from a pew or two away is best), there is none more sincere. He sings with the same vigor and volume in our kitchen with our junior choir as he does with the congregation on Sunday mornings and the children feel the need to match him decibel for decibel.