He runs upstairs, something triggering a thought and an excitement to share something good, something very good.
He comes down with this.
He proceeds to read us all a Psalm. We are all encouraged.
He tells us how the Psalms are ministering to his little boy heart. "At night, when I am scared, I read a happy one and it makes me feel better."
Father God, thank you...thank you...thank you. Continue to remind me that it is YOU who is the heart-wooer. I trust you with my boy. Never let go of him. Pierce his heart with your love each day until You consume his very life.