My grandson Isaiah is only three years younger than my son Colin, so that, yes, though they play a lot together, one is technically the uncle of the other.

Anyway, the other day they were running through the house playing some kind of great game of pretend. In the midst of it, Isaiah came storming through the kitchen shouting, “Run from your lives! Run from your lives!”

I’ve tried, Isaiah. Believe me, there have been times that I have tried.

Thankfully, God won’t let me!

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