We were reading the parable of the Good Shepherd a few nights ago after dinner.
Then, after I put the kids in bed am was kissing them good night, Claire practically burst into tears because her "Good night" bear was missing. Though there were at least 20 dolls and other stuffed animals carefully positioned around her, she waxed and waned quite poetically about how she couldn't fall asleep without him.
After a 15 minute search throughout the house, I located the bear and brought it up to her.
Just as in the parable, there was great rejoicing for the one that was lost and that was now found.
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