And a story -
I spent my Sunday morning with the toddlers. I haven't been in a classroom with little ones since we left Birmingham, so today was superfun for me. There was a little boy who had never been to our church before, so today was Very Sad for him. Most of my morning was spent trying to comfort and/or distract him. Towards the end, I could tell that the minister was praying, so the little boy and I put our ears up to the door and I said, "Listen, he's talking to Jesus." The little boy started crying again, saying, "I want MY Jesus."