oUt Of tHE moUths Of BabEs

last night after i put joey to bed i came downstairs and was just having a rough time. after awhile i heard the patter of little feet and looked up to see joey had reappeared. i couldn't hide the fact that i'd been crying and this was the first thing he noticed. he asked me what was wrong and i told him that i was just hurting because of some sin that i'd committed. he then looked at me in my eyes and said, "but mom, don't you remember that Jesus already hurt for your sins?" theres nothing much that can compare to the Gospel being preached to you by a four year old...