God Sent His Only Son
I remember holding my first born son in my arms. There was no greater joy! I held his little hand in mine in awe at the tiny size of each of his fingers… and, oh, those little feet! I prayed that they would only carry him in God’s perfect will and plan. The love that I had for him was beyond words. I would have given him the world if it had been mine to give. Suppose I had been asked to offer him as a sacrifice for the world. Could I have freely handed him to those who would
