![]() ![]() ![]() There was the one about some poor kid that was with the wise men and had no gift so he gave his heart. I remember sitting there staring at it and thinking back to other books and testimonies I had heard. I cannot remember the specifics, but I think it was something about Jesus being a true friend to me when I am lonely, so I will stay with him forever. Well in one of these books I got to the last page and it was a conversion moment of sorts. If my memory serves me correctly, I think they heavily featured weeping willows and kids feeling lonely or angry or hurt somehow. ![]() They were illustrated in very pastel colors and always seemed a little sad somehow. Back in those days there was also a series of books for kids that I think I read at home but also in the bookstore. My Grandpa was and is an avid evangelist, the bookstore was full of christian books, my Dad was a pastor, and I was generally surrounded on all sides by stories of faith and conversions. When I was a little girl my Dad’s office was in the back room of Crossroads Bookstore, which was run by my Grandpa. ![]()
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