My sweet Brooks has always listened, always asked questions as we talk about Jesus. But he's always been hesitant. We've never pushed, but we have prayed. We've told him it's okay to doubt. We've told him it's okay to ask the hard questions...and he's asked a lot of hard questions. But there's nothing too big for God.
Then at the dinner table tonight, out of the blue, he said "I want to ask Jesus into my heart, to be my Savior, and I want to go to Heaven with Him one day.” And we stopped...right then and there...and all held hands as he prayed (and Momma cried tears of joy).
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