Asher and I were walking over to Papa and Grandma's house last night, about 3/4 of a mile from our place. He was holding my hand the whole way, except for the occasional stop to inpsect something along the side of the road.
I was really enjoying the walk and moments like that tend to take me to my son's future and what might be in store for him down the road. As I was thinking, sort of out loud, I said, "Asher, I sure hope you love Jesus." As I said, I was thinking about his future and hoping that God will be the one holding his heart for eternity. Then I asked him, "Do you love Jesus?"
He said, "Yeah, I like Jesus...but I love dinosaurs."
Right. He is only three. At least he likes Jesus. We'll start there and keep working.
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