My mom was talking to Noah about wanting to be a missionary when she was seven, but not being able to go on a trip until the age of 82. Noah said, "Well, I'm going to be a missionary when I'm in my twenties. God told me in a dream."
I was reading a book on prayer and the little girl was talking about her best friend, another girl, and Noah said that he didn't want to read the rest of the book because the girl's best friend wasn't Jesus.
The littlest one is cuddley and starting to talk. The first word I understood was duck. The next time he said, "ticka, ticka, ticka."
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