Precious memories give us a picture of God our Father and His love for us. When I was a child, my father, a milkman, would pass by my grade school in his milk truck right when school was letting out. Knowing that his next stop would be at the little grocery store at the bottom of the hill, my sister and I would call to our friends, \"Come on! Dad will buy us something!\" We\'d then run with metal lunch pails knocking knobby knees down to the store and surround my father as he worked. He would stop what he was doing, and with a smile, empty his pockets of change treating us all to a bit of candy. In this way, my father taught me about the grace of God, undeserved but freely given.
I\'d like to encourage anyone commenting on this video to relate their own precious memory.
The song by Patty Loveles can be found on the \"How Great Thou Art\" CD and purchased from ITunes.