I picked Isaiah up from latch key this afternoon. He frequently has very insightful comments for me. Most of them start "when I was a baby in Mommy's tummy."
Today was no different, except he had a new twist. He started the usual way "when I was a baby in Mommy's tummy..."
God made me with brown skin, black hair, and brown eyes. And then He called my name Isaiah.
How powerful can that little statement be? "He called my name Isaiah."
Isaiah continued to inform me how big God was and how he can do everything, people just don't understand He is everywhere. He kept telling me about God all the way home.
We are so blessed that He did call his name Isaiah and entrusted his care to us.
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Teresa, I love your blog. I've only read a few entries - but what a blessing this is to your grandson and his mother. I think sharing his story will help others who read it too.
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