So, I just walked through my bedroom. My son was laying on my bed. He said, "mom, I was just reading my bible." With joy in my heart, I examined the situation further. He was half sitting and half laying on my bed with a small red Gideon's new testament in his hands (mind you he doesn't read yet). "Oh, that is a good idea." I replied. He went on to explain. "Last time, God told me while I was sleeping that I need to read my Bible. (pause) Yeah, he said that he didn't have many bibles in his heart and that is why he wanting me to read it for him." Okay, so not perfect theology, but it is a start.
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