We read in Joshua 4 this morning, where the children of Israel crossed over Jordan.  A lot was mentioned about the 12 stones, and about telling your children what they meant.  I remember hearing how my parents (grandparent... great-grandparent...) heard the gospel - when I was young it was just like a story mom and dad told us.  An exciting one, too - I had the names of the two workers who came to my great-grandma memorized, I remember.  Still do, for that matter.

It's sunny today - at the moment.  Ha.  I hope it stays that way!