Driving in the car, with our son in the back, I hear “Mom, I just saw love back there.” Perplexed a bit, I asked, “what kind of love did you see?” Our son says, “In that window. I saw love. Did you see it?” Sadly, I couldn’t see what he was seeing, but I wanted to know what kind of love he saw. He concludes with, “Mom, there was a cross in that window. That’s Jesus. I think you missed it. But I will find another cross for you so you can see the same love!” I thank God for our son who can help me to see Jesus when maybe I can’t.