It is pouring down all over you! Look up, close your eyes, taste it on your lips, and then take a drink from the only source that can satisfy your deepest longings.
God's grace is like rain pouring down all over me and my stains are COMPLETELY and TOTALLY washed away.
Thursday, March 06, 2008
Questions in bed
Emma: "Mommy, when you die and go to heaven will you remember us?"
Me: "Of course I will remember you sweet pie."
Emma: "Well mom, you don't remember anything else."
4 comments:
Now THAT is priceless...LOL
I love it!
Laughing out loud right now... that's a good one!!!
That's great! LOL
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