On most days, I have a terrible memory, but not today.
Today, I can’t stop remembering.
Just this morning I remembered teaching my then-toddler, Alison, to pray. At the same time, I was teaching her about “giving money to Jesus.”
One Sunday at church she had put 50 cents of her own money in the offering plate and then misplaced one of her shoes that afternoon, which we hadn’t realized until the next morning as we frantically rushed to get out the door for preschool.