Saturday we were driving home from my brother’s house and we passed a church that intrigues Ash every time we fly by. This time he piped up from the back seat:
I wish our church had three crosses on top of a hill like that one does.
Why’s that, buddy?
Because every time I see it, I think about how Jesus died for me. Sometimes I forget, but every time I see it I remember. I want to always remember.
Me, too, buddy, me, too.
Jesus, help us to remember Your sacrifice today. May every moment be filled with the grace of the cross.