To my son Tommy,
Today I was getting ready for jury duty. You woke up and came and cuddled with me for a bit. You said, "Daddy, guess what?" and without giving proper time for a guess you added, "I didn't have any dreams this week!"
"No dreams? Is that a good thing?" I inquired.
"No. No bad dreams." you retorted.
"That's great!" I said with honest enthusiasm.
"Yeah." you responded matter of factly "God helped me out"
I smiled as what you said washed over my brain.
Then you added, "Did God help you out this week?"
"To be certain he did!" I thoughtfully responded, "Do you know how?"
"He gave me a son like you!"
On a day like today, after a week like this week, within a quick conversation God has renewed me using a five year old angel (usually) as his tool.
Sincerely with love from your dad,