When we pick up gorgeous, deep red leaves from the ground during fall, or catch the intricacies of the perfect snowflake on a black-sweatered arm in the chill of winter, it is here that we cultivate an awe for our Creator in their tender hearts. In chalk Bible stories sketched out on the driveway, alongside scribbled hop scotch squares. Or when we cut open an apple and explain the potential for life that lies deep within the starry, seeded center, or attempt to express the adoration we have for their sweet freckles…dreamy curls…ridiculously long eyelashes.
In laughter. And tears.
It’s here. In the simple, everyday moments of life, we birth that love for a God who draws them to Himself with loving kindness, inspiring obedience from an enraptured child…
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