Heard this story from a lady at church named Nora who told me that Jireh was a little spitfire. I agreed, but wondered how she knew. She related to me this story:
Last week Nora was introduced to some of my kids, including Jireh.
Today Nora was drawing a blank on Jireh’s name so she asked her, “What was your name again?”
Jireh replied, “It’s the same as it was last week: Jireh.”