When we went to visit our daughter and our newly-born second grandson in the hospital (oh, and our son-in-law, too), we brought our 2-year-old grandson with us. At the security check-in desk, Traci and I both presented our driver’s licenses and got our stickers with our names on them. They also printed a sticker for the 2-year-old and told us to put it on his back. Instead of his name, the sticker had printed in large letters: “My Child. Return to: David Sproule.” What a great security feature if the child got separated from us! That made me think. Hasn’t God placed (figuratively, of course)…