Somehow being at church makes me emotional. During the singing I am usually crying. It always has to do with Amos and Story.
This morning I was wondering what they will think the first time we go to church and they see their daddy up their rocking out. Then I think that they will grow up in our home hearing about Jesus’ birth, death and resurrection. They will know about God’s love for them.
A little girl sat in front of us today and she looked about Story’s age. She had on white tights and sweet Christmas dress. I stared at her and wished that my Story was here in a sweet Christmas dress!
I’m still praying lots for April12. This will be an absolute miracle. Miracle. But that’s what God does, right? Miracles.