Tonight, at bedtime, I said prayers as usual, but then thought I would ask Annabelle if she wanted to talk to Jesus. And she did.
And then, I think my heart nearly exploded.
She prayed for her teddy bear and her toes. And then she prayed, without any prompting, for Uncle Dan and Uncle Matt. And then for our friend Paula, who is in chemo right now. With her hands folded and eyes open, she would say "blah, blah, blah, Uncle Dan. Blah, blah, blah, Uncle Matt. Blah, blah, blah, Jesus." she went on and on.
If I can do anything right as a parent, I pray that I can show my girls what it looks like to love Jesus. And when they're ready, they will choose to love Him, too. And if I'm wise, I will learn from my girls what real faith looks like.
"Let the little children come to me" said Jesus.
