karla said:
Just wanted to share what I "caught" my 2 1/2 yr. old daughter doing. I had just finished getting her ready for church and she asked if she could wear Jesus (her cross necklace) I put it on her and sent her downstairs to where her 10 month old brother was playing. As I came down the steps I heard her talking to her brother. I peaked around the corner and listened. This is what I heard. Kaitlyn was showing Dylan her cross. She said, "Dylan this is Jesus. Do you love Jesus? I love Jesus. Jesus loves me too". It was too adorable. God, I love my children!
That was very cute. Thanks for sharing.
Sometimes I'm humbled by the reverence and love my oldest son has for our Lord. One time, in particular, has stuck with me.
It was the day after the tragedy of 9/11. I had tried to shield my children from seeing the events that were all over the news. I did not think they were old enough to understand the events and I did not want them to have to deal with coming to grips with the evils of the terrorists. My oldest son was 5 years old at the time. He happened to see the events on the news and asked me about it when I got home from work. I explained to him that sometimes people do really bad things that affect others and sometimes people even get killed because of the actions of others. He got a very contemplative look on his face and asked, "Were any mommies or daddies killed?" I said, "Yes. Some of the people who were killed were mommies and daddies." He looked at me with big, tear-filled eyes and said, "What about the girls and boys who's mommy or daddy were killed?" "Well," I said, "I'm sure they'll miss their mommy or daddy alot. Hopefully those people are in Heaven." He looked at me and I saw a tear slide down his cheek and he said, "Daddy,...I think we should pray that God will help those people to be okay." Needless to say, I had to sit down. So, we went into his bedroom and knelt down and this was what he prayed:
"Dear God, I don't know why those people were killed. I don't know why some people want to hurt other people. I don't know why everyone can't just be nice to each other. But God, I do know that you are sovereign (yes, he used the word sovereign at 5 years old
). I know that sometimes I don't understand why things happen. God, will you please take care of those girls and boys who lost their mommy or daddy? Thank you for taking care of me and giving me a mommy and daddy who love me. In Jesus name, Amen."
Well,...I was able to just make it to my own room before I lost it. I cried for half an hour. Then I, too, thanked God for giving me a son who loves Him so much and who trusts Him so much.
I have been humbled by my son's humility numerous times since then. It is the simplistic view our children have of God that makes their faith so much of a treasure. You never hear children talking about God in an irreverent way. I think we can all learn from our children.
God bless
