Wednesday, July 4, 2012


There is a one year old in Athens that holds my heart in his hands. It was only this time last year that we were waiting in the hospital for him to make his grand appearance. Now he’s walking and talking! Since I first arrived for my visit we had been practicing my name and now he says it on his own. J I woke up from my Sunday nap (yes, I still take naps whenever I get a chance) to him playing in their living room and he said my name and waddled over to me. This was definitely the highlight of the weekend! When he says my name and toddles toward me with his arms held high, I am pretty sure I would do anything for him. If my sinful self feels this way when someone who is not my own child calls out my name, I can only imagine how much greater is the response of our Heavenly Father when we call out His name and run to Him with our arms held high.




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