He sat alone and forgotten on the shelf next to the bathroom entrance. Or maybe he was waiting for us. Regardless, we found him as we noted the sign to “watch our step.” At first, we felt oddly aware that Jesus was watching our every move as we settled in to our cabin. Then we began to giggle at the sight of him being, well . . . bouncy. Not a bobble-head really, but a bobble-body. And with open hands […]
Our youth director was building a cross outside the church today while we were there. My daughter watched him from inside the lobby, and excitedly told me, “Look, mama! He’s building a cross!” “Yes, honey, he is.” “Is Jesus going to die on it?” Thank goodness he only had to do that once, right? But what a sweet reminder to be thankful that he already did.