God is Watching Us

As we sat at the dinner table tonight, Aiden looked up and said, "Look Mama, Jesus! Look right there where the sun is shining on the cross on the door."

I turned and looked and sure enough the sunlight was hitting the door to the apartment so that the cross shape at the top was highlighted in iridescent colors. "You're right Aiden. I do see the cross," I said, amazed at how this little guy seems to spot Jesus in the most common places.

"That means that God is here," he assured me.

I have no doubt he was right.