A few days ago, a little boy and his dad came to our house. The dad was delivering something. While he was talking, the little boy walked over to me, looked up with smiling eyes and said proudly, "That's my Daddy." "That's my Daddy" is the rock under his little feet. It's the air he breathes. It's the reason his eyes can smile.
"Whoever does not receive the kingdom of God like a little child shall not enter it at all." Mark 10:14-15.