lessons from little boys

1) I was home a few months ago on a fast Sunday. One little boy got up to share his testimony and said "I'd like to bear my testimony that my parents have faith in me". I've been thinking a lot about that over the past few months. I think I'd like to say the same.

2) Apparently, when my father was a pre-teen his family drove across the country for a family vacation. This was pre-air conditioning. They bought blocks of ice, stuck them in pans, and drove to Washington, DC with their feet on ice blocks.

3) While at church meetings today, I noticed a boy 2 rows ahead of me trying to wait patiently for the meeting to start. He quietly pulled out his notebook and pen and then after his dad (who was ushering) left, he pulled a handfull of little green army men out of his pocket and lined them up on the arm of the bench. At the same time, the choir was singing chorus of "The Spirit of God" and the "armies of heaven" have never been so real. The boy's father returned and the army men were forced back into the pocket, but image will always be there.