I just love my daughter's heart for God! He's always a regular part of her conversation throughout the day. This morning when I was doing her hair she wanted me to put a little headband in. She's got the most angelic blond curls.
When I was finished she was admiring herself in the mirror and said, "You know what? I kinda look like a Hosanna!"
"A Hosanna? What does that mean," I asked.
"It means praise to God!"
"You're right, Hannah, you do look like a Hosanna!"
Then I asked, "Are you thinking you look like an angel with a halo on your head?"
"Yes. They sing holy, holy, holy."
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