Him and I, we're dancing in the kitchen. The music filling the room proclaims the name of Jesus and his eyes and my eyes meet, stay connected for a handful of seconds. His fingers are wrapped tight around my thumb and I ask him out loud,
"Are you gonna grow to love that Jesus who loves you so??"
And he beams that stellar smile of his right back at me.
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This one life...
These children...
This is Your work Lord.
And I am merely your servant.
May your glorious grace rain down on this home and may all these tiny souls fall hard after you. :)