Dear Mr. Flo Rida...

Hello Mr. Rida. I have been sitting on this letter to you now for 12 days. Frankly I have been upset with you. I know you don't care. Why should you? You don't even know my name or will you ever even see this blog post. Like I said, you do not care. But know this, I forgive you. It is not your job to make sure that my children, ages 13 and 6, do not hear or listen to your catchy lyrics. Lyrics about a word/action so innocent, that you or your writers took and twisted into what could possibly be a carnal act .

You see, Mr. Rida, my kids want to learn to whistle. The way whistling is meant to be. After ONE listen, both of my children were so proud of themselves for learning a new song and the possibility of learning to whistle. I stepped out of the vehicle for 10 minutes. I slacked in my parenting role big time and allowed you in. I listened to what they were singing during that 200 mile drive that evening, that took five hours. Something wasn't sitting right. When I finally arrived at home, the first thing I said to my husband is the kids are singing a new song. I don't know who sings it or what the name is, but it involves whistling. We need to look it up.

I looked it up. I found your name. Your name is not on my radar or radio. First flag. Then I began reading the lyrics. My husband stopped me. I immediately felt dirty. I am almost 40 years old. I am not innocent by any means.

My kids are raised in a Christian home. They LOVE Jesus. Yes, I do try to shelter them from the likes of music and acts you sing about. My kids are 13 and 6. I want to protect their innocence. I want them to be virtuous and pure. Do you have children? Do they sing these songs? How do you feel about that?

I wonder if when you were a child if anyone ever sang to you the Bible song "O Be Careful, Little Eyes"? There is a verse in there that says this:

O be careful little ears what you hear
O be careful little ears what you hear
There's a Father up above
And He's looking down in love
So, be careful little ears what you hear

As childish that song may be, it speaks volumes to me, even as an adult. God's love is never ending. He loves you Mr. Rida, He always has. You obviously have a love for music. I pray for you to give that love back to God and use it for His glory and kingdom. Sing His praises. Those songs are the sweetest sounds ever, especially out of the mouths of children. I stand each Sunday with a group of Kindergartners and 1st Graders, hearing their voices and seeing their hands raised praising my King brings tears to my eyes each week. They love music.

I leave you with this verse Mr. Rida: 

Sing to him, sing praises to him; tell of all his wondrous works! Psalms 105:2