I took Jenna and Sarah to Stations of the Cross at St. Joan of Arc on Good Friday. In the sea of people going through the motions reading the words, there is Jenna. She is reading too. But she is not distracted; her mind is not wandering. She was reading the words and absorbing them.
After the 10th station I look at her and she is crying.
She is crying.
Hearing about Jesus beaten and bruised was difficult for her. Her heart is so open, so genuine, so pure.
What is my faith compared to hers?
I can learn so much from one so small...
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http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Mark+10%3A15&version=NIV
That's the verse I was thinking of - it fits perfectly!
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