A dinner time listening. Dave playing for his adoring children (ooh look at the love in that little lady's eyes)
Way back when Dave and I were young and newly married, we attended a Sunday church service with religious devotion. Dave was part of the music team and most of the time I'd sit in the service while he lead the church in singing songs to God.
Among his arsenal of talents Dave hides a smokey (can I say sexy?) tuneful voice, guitar expertise and an outrageous ability to write music that is honest and raw*. During our church years he penned many a song that was sung by the congregation and many, many more that filled our tiny red brick apartment (at the time) with warm love.
As the years passed we left behind the song singing established church in favour of a more 'missional' approach. We were involved in small, home lead social action groups and Bible studies. There we found our place among like minded people - this Pentecostal boy and Anglican girl met in the middle and discovered Jesus was there too.
Since babies have arrived on the scene Dave and I have found it a little more difficult to meet with others in a 'formal' capacity. Our devotion to service has been fixed solely on our children (whether we like it or not) and bible reading is restricted to the five minutes we can manage to stay awake after hopping into bed.
Despite the lack of formal communal christian practices, we remain dedicated to teaching our kids about Jesus in anyway we can, but at the moment our home is the church and our family, the congregation.
*Dave read this post and insisted I make him sound like less of a wanker (he was embarrassed) but I refuse. Surely a wife can gloat on her husbands behalf, wanky or not!