Emphasis Preaching Journal
My son, Andrew, just turned...
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My son, Andrew, just turned three. Sometimes my maternal pride causes me to see him as a saint. Sometimes my rational mind causes me to see he is not always so saintly. One day Andrew thought he would help me water the flowers. Into the plant he poured the entire bottle of perfume my brother had just sent from France. Andrew thought he would make a new collar for his dog, Jake, so he tied a fuchsia ribbon around his neck. Luckily, Jake was found before he choked to death. On another occasion, Andrew gave flowers from the altar centerpiece to his sister when he saw she was crying.
