Last night as I tucked Evan into bed he told me, "Mom, there's something about my life I don't like."
Of course I wanted to know what he was talking about. "Really, Evan? What?"
"Well, it seems like every day I either hurt myself or something bad happens."
Sigh. I know, honey. It's all right there in Genesis 3. Thank God that wasn't the end of the story. Revelation 21:4, we're counting on you. Come, Lord Jesus.