So, Busyboy comes running to me this morning with great excitement.  
"Mom.  God healed me.  He healed my scratch and the band-aid just came off!"
It reminded me of the stone that had been rolled away from the tomb when he said it.  He was shocked.  
And there was no way I would tell him that I pulled the bandage off his face while he was sleeping.  Instead I responded "You are right.  God heals.  Isn't that great?!?!"
Man, I love my children :)  Every day is amazing when you have little ones at your feet.
Friday, March 27, 2009
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