The box arrived on Saturday, in plenty of time before the holiday.
They recognized the handwriting, the now-familiar return address. It was addressed to them and they knew good things were guaranteed inside.
Over and over again, they've received such boxes, always with good things inside.
Because she knows the hearts of children and she meets them where they are.
She loves them well.
This time was no exception. There were heart-shaped cardboard boxes and paints and paintbrushes and all sorts of things to spark creative enthusiasm.
It came addressed to the girls. But the boys know these boxes, too. And they circled in anticipation.
No worries. More than enough in that good box for everyone. Because she knows boys, too.
A morning spent quietly, happily.
That good heart keeps beating. He hears the prayers of children.
Pray with us, please.