Today I was kneeling on the floor to clean the oven. My feet were sticking out behind me, and since I hadn't yet swept the kitchen floor, my feet were covered with crumbs. So sweetly and gently, my little boy came up behind me and brushed my feet clean.

Some days, there is no more humbling thought than this realization:
I am supposed to be teaching HIM how to be like Jesus, not the other way around!