Lost....

On our way home from the pumpkin patch, we (mom, Britnie, Spencer, & I) passed by this little boy sitting on the side of a busy street crying. We pulled over and I got out to see if he was lost. He said through his tears that he wasn't lost, but couldn't cross the busy street alone. He trusted me and I grabbed his hand and we went across the street and up the hill to his grandma's house.
This experience brought a new understanding to me of how much my Heavenly Father loves me. Even though I might stray from him. He will always be there when I need his hand to lead me the right way back. I love this picture because it shows how much he cares and loves everyone and doesn't want anyone of us to be lost.