I hear Mom softly singing of “In My Heart There Rings a Melody” as she dusted. I Chronicles 16:9 says, Sing to him; sing praises to him; tell of all his wondrous works!” Most of the time the only sound in our home was the sound of Mom singing her praises to God while working. (I’m not sure that is the same memory my siblings have. It may have been that Mom was just happy that now there was only one child’s voice to break the silence, instead of a houseful of noisy, fighting kids.) My mom also taught me the value of having the television on only when watching a show, so that the rest of the time can be spent appreciating the silence that allows one to hear God’s voice.