We visited Tweestsie.
We rode the ferris wheel, the tilt a whirl, the scrabbler, and the train.
We feed the goats and the llamas.
We looked at the blue ridge mountains.
We talked about how great God is.
Owen said, "He is the awesomest one of all."
And we got back in the car and tears ran my face.
Why do I expect so little from Him?
Why is it so easy for my child to see how great He is and I forget so quickly?