Rarely does a day go by when I don’t notice the huge difference between the children who live in my house and the ones who are involved at Preston Taylor Ministries. I was watching my oldest daughter, Tinsley, sing this past weekend as part of a children’s choir concert at our church, First Presbyterian. I am ashamed to confess I was not enthusiastic about spending a spring Sunday afternoon listening to sacred music, but thankful God rewarded my meager attempts at interest. As I sat in the crowd it occurred to me that my child was getting outstanding musical instruction and an incredible opportunity to develop poise and confidence by being a part of a well-trained children’s choir. I listened as half of the choir presented offerings from their various musical instruments (5 of the children had become quite accomplished on the harp). I looked around to observe that every child had at leat one parent in the audience; the majority had two parents; and half of the children had grandparents watching. I am so thankful that my child has exceptional opportunities for growth and dream-building, but so sad that is not every child’s experience. I want so much for children growing up in the Preston Taylor community to know the feeling of success, to see the whole world open up to them, to feel the pride of a job well done, to know the joy they bring their parents, and the security of parents who love them. Without these feelings we often take for granted, the children we serve will be saddled with nearly insurmountable obstacles while the gap between the haves and the havenots widens.