But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.
“Pick a sticker,” my five-year-old granddaughter Addie said, holding out a sheet to her father, my son Tim.
“Ok,” he said, as he began to lift one.
“Not that one!” Addie interrupted, “That’s for someone special.”
“That’s for Grandma,” she whispered.
“Ooooh,” Tim acknowledged.
Addie turned toward me. “Here, Grandma. This one’s for you,” she said, peeling off a pink flower sticker.
“Well, thank you! You know pink is my favorite color, and I love flowers!”
“Uh-huh,” she smiled, as she nodded knowingly, her blue eyes meeting mine.
Returning the smile, I pressed the sticker firmly over my heart.