I adore my children....however, there is nothing like grandchildren. Of course they can do no wrong...LOL! I try to be depressed....but, OH NO....my little grandson son who loves to call me Manna, comes charging at me with all his love and smiles ...screaming to the top of his lungs...MANNA! If that isn't enough the girls come running to tell me secrets. I think they just want to mess up my hair! The secrets often have to do with "Can we stay all night?"
How could any one say no to such sweet secrets. Each and everyone of my 12 grandchildren are my "favorite one".

I'm glad that I am God's favorite child also. He loves all my secrets. He especially loves it when I come running calling His name. I'm so excited that He has forgiven all my sin...as if I had never done anything wrong. Who can be depressed if we only keep close to Him!