I get so discouraged sometimes hearing how mean my children can be to each other. They nit pick, nag, tease . . . on and on it can go. So when my youngest son came to me about three weeks ago with a plan of what he wanted to make for Mary's (his oldest sister) birthday I about cried. He explained how he wanted to stitch it and that it should be on one of those round things that holds fabric. Then he said he wanted it to be a girl and an arrow would point to it with "Mary" stitched above the arrow. Today he was in a panic because it was present opening time and he couldn't find it. Ah, but with mom's help it was found, wrapped and delivered. Precious little sinners do share moments of victory for which I praise God!