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Little Boys

Little boys are made of snips, snails and puppy dog tails!  Little boys are rambuncous and sweet.  Curious and explorative.  Affectionate and tough.  Little boys love to take risks and tackle the challenging.

I love all of our church kids and love when they sit by me at church and at times wish that I could go back and take my little boys' adventures in church more lightly.  At that time we were there to "lead the church and we were supposed to have it all together with little boys all sitting in a row" and NOT FIGHT!

But back to the little boy this morning.  Moths have been a plague this year and when we open the door to church we have to duck so when Jackson came to sit down today he was very excited to see the bugs and naturally wanted to go and get them.  I got him a fly swatter for just in case they came our way and he was more then ready.  During one song I looked down and saw him under the altar bench on his tummy with his hands on his face like binoculars stalking the bugs and during offering he went and got the one on the door and weaved through the pews on his own mission from God to get the bugs.

After my bug catcher left for children church his little toddler brother was coloring on a bulletin and walking around the front pew.  

Without pause he walked up to my husband while he was preaching and handing him his picture.  David said thank you and Weston stood by him with his arms up to be picked up.  

With a lump in my throat I watched my husband do something that I haven't seen him do in years...finish his sermon with a toddler in his arms or a little boys standing at his side.


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