  Jake and I met last night. He told me he went to church that morning. Apparently a friend of his invited him to go with him. Jake was pretty excited about all of the stuff he learned about Jesus--like the fact that his cloak was without seams was a sign of perfection and that the blood and water that issued from his side symbolized forgiveness and cleansing. He was exicted and I was excited for him. He's going to follow up with his friend to see if he can go more often.
He'd only be able to go every other week because the other weekends he is with his Dad. Suddenly, I feel like I'm just a small part of something much larger going on with him. The Holy Spirit is so active in his life and I'm just a bit player in it. It is great to be used by Him but it's even better to see Him working in Jake. I'm so proud of him and the initiative he is taking to seek higher things. 
