Quinn called at 10:30 on Friday night from the father/son basketball camp. He sounded quite excited and the first thing he told me was "I'm minus 53 calories now!" He was delighted that he found an exercise machine that told him this information. Then, instead of telling me about the basketball playing itself or of the pizza party that he had been looking forward to, what dorm room they are in, or if he saw any friends there, he told me this...
"A man came to speak to us tonight and he painted with his fingers. He painted a picture of Jesus, by just using his fingers. There was blood on Jesus' head that ran down by his eye to remind us of how much Jesus suffered for us."
We went on to talk a little bit about how it's good to have reminders every now and then about Jesus' suffering on our behalf.
.....Come to think of it, we never even talked about the basketball part of the camp.
He said, "I love you Sooo much Mom" and then we hung up.
That's my Quinner.
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