Jack looks at me, and in his sweet little voice says, "By his wounds, Mommy, by his wounds." And with my voice cracking I said, "Yes Jack, by his wounds we are healed."
My son is not a super genius. I had been practicing a song for Easter Sunday and he caught on to the words. But, to here his little voice expressing such a great and powerful truth moves my heart.
I am someone who has been molded and shaped through the many paths and places I have walked...I have seen little and much...I believe but struggle to have faith...I desire to know God but still at times run from him...I desire life but at times lack the bravery to chase after it...I am me but all that that entails is still a mystery.
3 comments:
Children are such a blessing!
Why is it then once we become a mom, the kleenex box always needs to be close by? Gotta love being a mommy! ♥ love to all!
I love this. You will remember this moment forever.
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