The important things . . .

Last week Thursday I (Gwen) had worship team practice at church at the same time that Noah had football practice. So, Mark took the three boys to football and I took Abby with me to worship practice. While we were there she drew this. (In case you need a translation of her 6-year-old spelling) I'm sorry for Jesus. He had to die. It had to hurt. I love him a lot. I thought it was pretty great that while she'd brought a backpack full of littlest pet shop and dolls to play with, instead she was first thinking about her Savior and drew this. Even greater was when she got home and showed this to her little brother, Cole (3). He listened to her read it and then responded, "yeah, but he came back to life again!" Now that's a triumph!