It was Easter weekend and we were visiting our daughter and her family. Hubby and daughter were part of the praise service at church. Son-in-law had other church responsibilities. So I was in charge of the two grandkids (yes!)
As the final song was starting the congregation was invited to come toward the altar and kneel. I scooped up 18 month old granddaughter and asked grandson, not yet 4, to come with us. We walked up front where I knelt and the kids sat on the floor in front of me. We began to sing Just as I am, I come empty to be filled. There is so much hurt and sorrow in this world and some of it is so very close. I couldn’t control the tears.
A chorus or two into the song, grandson turned around and saw me crying. He didn’t say anything. He just scooted back until he was tucked under my arm and I held him close.
The heart of a child.
small happinesses 
Awww. You’re making me well up.
Me, too. 🙂