Remember when your friends used to pick the buttercup from the side of the road as you walked to or from school? Then they placed it under your chin and confirmed or denied your love of butter based on whether or not your chin turned yellow? My chin, always yellow, funny everyone had a yellow chin! I have many memories of my childhood (we all do) some good and some not so good. But the blessing I have engrained in my memory is this...Jesus was always there. Where we went, what we did, what we said and how we lived. Jesus was always there. Kind of like the buttercups, they were always there! I picked so many. I call the buttercup my childhood flower.
I am so thankful that my parents helped me understand Jesus. He was always there and still is today.