The little girl had waited in line with her mother just so she could tell me that the quilt was pretty. I thanked her and asked her how old she was. Sheepishly, she told me she was eight.
In this case, the answer was, "Yes."
While I was talking about the quilt block, the Gate, the young girl whispered to her mother, "I see Jesus."
Do you want to live in Glory Land? Meet Jesus face to face?
of God like a child will not enter it at all." Mark 10:15