This morning after breakfast, Troy spotted his Daddy’s Bible, still sitting out on the table from Daddy’s devotion time before Troy was awake. He wanted to try to read it, and I reminded him that he had his own Bible–a sweet white covered Bible with his name on the cover, a gift from his auntie when he was born.

He immediately toddled over to his bookshelf and pulled out his own little Bible, somehow knowing which book it was in the midst of the few dozen picture books on that shelf. Then, with his stuffed Nemo in hand and sporting his Thomas the Tank Engine jammies, he set it on the table, pulled out the chair, and sat down to have his own little devotion time… even folding his tiny hands, closing his eyes and saying “Uh’men!” in the middle of it.

My eyes, they were overflowing… as was my heart.
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