What brings me the most joy is watching all four of my grandboys worship freely as children, singing with open hearts and arms raised and faces smiling in adoration, hands clapping and feet jumping in praise to the King. Then, those same arms wrapped around the shoulder of a child visitor, regardless of color or creed, in warm greeting. I know as I glance at them listening to the Word, that if they have questions, I can trust the answers they’ll get from their mother, a woman of honor and virtue, their father, a man of truth and love in a world of lies and hatred, and their other grandmother, who is as I am, a woman of prayer who stands. So, I watch them, I worship, and my heart fills to overflowing with joy.
King's Daughter's Kitchen 