My Boys are the Bomb!

I feel like I need to boast on my boys. It's nothing that I have done: it is all to the glory of God. But man, I'm extremely proud of them. My oldest son recently took his faith to another level and was baptized. Again, I know it's nothing I've done, but it's to the glory of God.

And then I watched my youngest son serve at his school function. He found joy in helping others. He has always had a very compassionate heart. Again, I don't think there's anything that I haven't done, but to the glory of God.

They are maturing. They are growing up and growing up fast. They're starting to show that they have their own mind and conscience. I'm proud of them. What I need to make sure that I do is tell them how proud I am of them. And not just one time, but many times.

Just some thoughts. I am N0S.

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