In her book The Alabaster Box[i], Ione Denton tells of looking out the front window of their home and seeing her five-year-old son Eric straddling his bicycle, his hands together in earnest prayer, head bowed. Then off he went. And, plunk, to the ground he fell. [i] Ione Denton, The Alabaster Box (Self-published 2004), p. 25.
In her book The Alabaster Box[i], Ione Denton tells of looking out the front window of their home and seeing her five-year-old son Eric straddling his bicycle, his hands together in earnest prayer, head bowed. Then off he went. And, plunk, to the ground he fell.
[i] Ione Denton, The Alabaster Box (Self-published 2004), p. 25.