Tonight my princess had my quarterly for church and she was flipping through it. She likes to pretend she is reading now. She handed it back to me and when I grabbed it she pointed at the man on the cover in the background and said Jesus, in her cute whisper voice. (It mostly sounds like a couple well placed S’s, but I know what she is saying.) It melted my heart. I gave her a high five and said, “Yeah, good job. That is Jesus.” And she was happy. I tried to get her to do it for daddy but she was onto “better” things already – her toothbrush. (Which she now cries for!?!)
When we pray at night before bed, she bows down, and puts her face in the blankets. I must admit, I keep my eyes open as stealthily as possible so I can watch her. Cute is not the word. I swell with pride. I know, I shouldn’t be so proud, but I can’t help it. I wonder how God must feel about us when surrender to Him? When we learn the things He is trying to teach us? Being a parent truly does open your eyes bigger to what life is like for God. It is exhilarating and humbling.
