Emphasis Preaching Journal

The tires made a crunching sound as the car rolled over the gravel of the driveway -- a sound that brought three-year-old Jeremy running from the backyard as fast as his short legs could go. Rounding the corner of the house, he spotted his mother's car, and then his mother, as she emerged in sparkling elegance from the driver's seat. Without a thought for the mud which covered him from head to toe, without any cognizance whatever of his mother's shimmering white dress, Jeremy hurled himself in her direction, his arms outstretched for a hug. Martha did not hesitate.