Why didn’t they have these when I was little? They probably thought I’d commit idolatry or something. My Jimmy had a baby Jesus he was fond of snuggling as a small person, but this grown up version takes it one step further.
“Let the little children come unto me.” When I think of all my little whispered prayers, how sweet it would have been to have Jesus right there in the crook of my arm. Of course he was always there, but I’m one to embrace the aids to faith.
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