Jack Jack, or Furby, as he's affectionately known around here, is 8. This morning while I was brushing my teeth, he came into my bathroom to chat.
We started talking about birthdays and Christmas. "Mom? Does Jesus get presents every year on Christmas?"
"Well, no, actually, he doesn't. What do you think He would like for his birthday gift?" I asked curiously.
He paused and answered, "I think He would want more people to listen to the Holy Spirit."
Wow. So do I, little man. So do I.
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