So I am a pretty big believer in paedo-faith, but my 4-year-old son, Jason, stretched me yet again last night. He and I were alone in the house hanging-out and I said out loud to him (as if to my unknowing pet), "Jason, sometimes I just don't know what God is doing in our lives. I just don't know." He raised his hand and said, "Oh, Dad, I know. I know what He is doing!" I looked at him somewhat incredulously and replied, "Oh really? What is He doing, Jason?" Jason happily proclaimed, "He is protecting us, Dad. He is protecting us."
Man, is that beautiful or what?