Saturday, I was tucking Isaiah into bed, and he told me he wanted to "pray about God, and get Jesus in my heart." I talked to him about what that meant, and helped him talk to God. It was cool. He had this big smile on his face, and I told him the angels in heaven were having a party, because they were so happy that he had talked to Jesus about living in his heart. He went down to tell his Poppa, and sister, who shared his excitement. Hugs and kisses all around. He wanted to wait up to tell his brother, but fell asleep.
Sunday morning arrived, and the first question he asked as he rubbed sleep from his eyes, "Is Jesus still in my heart, momma?" After being assured that Jesus was indeed still there, he rushed to tell Niah, and then called grandma to tell her too.
It is an incredible feeling to know that our children have a relationship with Jesus, and that we will always be together. Nothing can separate us....
About Me
- tomirose
- I'm a wife of a wonderful man, mom to three awesome children. I like to laugh, encourage, and I would love to write. I think community is a wonderful thing, and I'd like people to be less cynical about church, not THE church, but the institution that we call the church. I think soul patches, piercings and tattoos are kinda cool; attitudes are not. Sometimes I lie in bed and think about weird things.. like why I like the taste of bubblemint gum, but despise the taste of our youngest son's bubblemint flavored toothpaste, or if our older children have already met their future spouses, how amazing it is that I've been married to the same man for thirty-two years, and why dryer lint looks the way it does. I hate having cold feet, being too hot, and stubbing my pinkie toe. I like to read pretty much anything but angsty poetry, well no I lied..not about the angsty poetry, but I don't much like to read biographies either. Laundry is the bane of my existence, along with cleaning out the refrigerator, and just plain cleaning.
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