CONVERSATION WITH A FOUR-YEAR OLD:
I stopped to get a coffee for myself one Friday...or Monday, I forget.
"Mom, what did you get?" says he.

"A type of coffee called a latte. Milk and coffee. Nothing like a good cup of coffee. Are you going to drink coffee someday. I'd rather you drink coffee than drink pop. Your daddy drinks too much pop." says me.

"Daddy drinks too much beer."

(mind you, his daddy does not drink more than a beer here and there...not too much)
"No, daddy doesn't drink too much beer...We're going to see Grampa this weekend and he makes his own beer. Maybe he will let you try a sip." I thought about that and added, "No, actually he'll probably say 'no' because you need to be 21 to drink beer."

"not 21! That's just a kid!"

I laughed. "So how old do you have to be to be an adult?"
He scrunched up his face, smiled, and said, "100!"
I laughed again, "so your momma is not an adult yet?"

"no!"

I smile...My purpose is not something I am working towards...
I am fulfilling it everyday through love and grace...forgive me if I have not done that...

A man can no more take in a supply of grace for the future than he
can eat enough for the next six months, or take sufficient air into his
lungs at one time to sustain life for a week. We must draw upon
God’s boundless store of grace from day to day, as we need it.
—D.L. Moody