There is a house that I pass by every day. It is right by the road, no other houses around. It's falling apart, paint chipping off in huge pieces, car parts littering the yard, and plastic toys strewn about in the lawn. There are usually an assortment of children running in and out of the front door.
On the way to dinner last night, I passed it, and saw a little girl laying on top of a car just staring at the sky. It made me instantly tear up, because I knew from that one glance, that she was enjoying the glory of God with a child like innocence that I long for.
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