“e. gave me this baseball,” he said. “see those crosses? those are for Jesus and the two other guys that died beside Him.”
“it’s really awesome. i cried at one point, because i felt like i had to. i was really happy because he gave me the baseball, and i was really sad remembering about the guy who didn’t believe Jesus. i didn’t cry because of that, but i should’ve.”
“it was tears of joy. he cried tears of joy because of the ball and because of Jesus.”
“we were playing softball and i knew i was gonna give him the baseball. it came to my mind, ‘maybe i should share this with him.'”
“i took a pink marker first and wrote it but it faded, so i wrote over it. then i went out and told him the story and he cried. and we hugged, and then i cried. then we both cried.”
over the years we’ve heard people ask us as a family, “are you done yet?” i’ve heard the comment “i could never have that many kids,” more times than i can count. and i always respond that i can’t imagine any of them being deprived the blessing of the others. this is why.
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