A while ago my husband told the kids that all things beautiful in the world are God's way of telling us he loves us. Saturday evening as we walked through the Walmart parking lot, Sarah said, "Mommy, those sparkles in the street are God telling us he loves us."
I've never thought about it before, but I suppose God can tell us he loves us, even through the asphalt.
I testify that God does indeed love each and everyone of us. I can feel it. I can feel it even without looking at the street.
A blogumentary of my family of ten. There's me, my husband, and our eight kids. No pets, just kids. Join us on our jolly joyful journey because alliteration makes me happy.
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