Hands and Feet of God

Sunday's sermon concluded a series regarding serving.

It was great.

So yesterday, I was talking to Porter in a rare quiet moment as we waited for his bus.

I asked him if he knew what people mean when they say,

you are the hands and feet of God.

He shrugged,

grinned,

and replied,

"Um, your feet don't smell bad then??"

I am one proud mama ;)
We have a little more chatting to do on this subject, I guess.

P.S. Don't you love how he is rockin' his "I (Heart) Bacon" t-shirt?