Last June I gave my boy an orange notebook and taught him about reading his Bible and writing thoughts and prayers, etc in his journal.
Here he is, working away. Dear sweet boy. That was a year ago.
He would make scribbles that resembled writing. It was so special. The journal did not make it out of Africa, which saddens me, but I did ask him one day what he had written once he had finished and he told me:
“Dear Jesus. I love you. I love to play with you. And I love to sleep wif you. I love God.”
Amen little man. Amen.
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