Saturday we were driving home from my brother’s house and we passed a church that intrigues Ash every time we fly by. This time he piped up from the back seat:
I wish our church had three crosses on top of a hill like that one does.
Why’s that, buddy?
Because every time I see it, I think about how Jesus died for me. Sometimes I forget, but every time I see it I remember. I want to always remember.
Me, too, buddy, me, too.
Jesus, help us to remember Your sacrifice today. May every moment be filled with the grace of the cross.
thank you for the prayers that you’ve been including with your posts. it is a true expression of your heart and yet another way that we can all share in each other’s praises and pleas before God. thanks ang. love you.
Ang,
Out of the mouth of babes! It made me reflect and brought tears to my eyes as I thought how many times I lose sight of the cross and what my Savior did for me. Thanks for the reminder.
I love you,
Mom
There are not words….how precious of a reminder from sweet dear Asher…Love and miss ya’ll