Here's a tip.

If you ever feel your faith is weak and needs a boost, talk to a four-year-old about God.

Why?

Let me give you some examples of conversations my son has been holding lately. And he talks almost constantly, so this is only a sampling. :-)

My favorite pair of jeans has bit the dust. Almost literally. One day they were thinning out and showing some fraying in spots. The next day this. A hole. And the next time I wore them, I had even bigger holes in both legs.
I know some people would tell me these are now in style. I see girls with rips and holes in their jeans all the time. I, however, have always believed that if I'm going to wear jeans, I want them to cover all of my legs. And if I want parts of my legs exposed, I'll wear capris or shorts. Rips make me think of things worn out.
Like my favorite pair of jeans.

I love this man so much. When I agreed to do life with him, it's a decision I've never regretted, nor will I. That being said, he's not "my everything."
Are you shocked?
I scroll through social media and see people posting about how their guy is "my rock," "my life," and "my everything." And I cringe. It's not that they aren't being sweet. I just think that's a good way to be let down.

It's finally Spring, and I don't know about you, but wildflowers have a special place in my heart. It's always a little sad after the first time my husband mows the yard (although not for the same reasons it's sad for him--that he'll have to do it every week or so for the next six months). Our yard goes from patches of white and purple to ... well, green. Not quite as much fun.
There's something special about seeing the colors start to pop up in clusters up and down the street. And the best part? No one has to plant them. They come up all on their own. There are even verses in the Bible about how "even Solomon in all his glory wasn't arrayed as some of these." Weeds, y'all.

Easter is special to many of us. And for various reasons. I like it almost more than Christmas, to be honest. I love finding little goodies for the kids' baskets, sewing up a new dress/outfit for that Sunday morning, trying to find a hat to wear, and hiding eggs. 
In our family, it's usually the first weekend my daughter and I paint our toenails because it's finally warm enough to wear sandals.
And then, of course, there's that extra feeling of celebration in the air as more people talk about Jesus. While it should be an all-year feeling, we all know that doesn't happen. So, it's nice to see so many people happy to talk about Him, even if only for a weekend.