Oct 10, 2006
Last night as I was tucking Emma into bed, I prayed with her. I said, "Jesus, I pray that when Emma is old enough to understand what you did for her on the cross that she will ask you into her heart." When I said, "Amen" and looked up, she was staring wide-eyed at me and said, "I ready did ask Jesus in my hawt." I gave her the same wide-eyed look right back and said, "YOU DID?" She said, "Yup. Mommy dis is my froat?" She then pointed to her neck. I said, "Yes, that's your throat." Then she pointed to her chest and asked, "And dis is my hawt?" I said, "Yes, that's your heart." She said with great authority, "Yup, so Jesus lives in dis hawt." I said, "Well Emma, when did you do this?" She thought for a moment and said, "Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm, On Fursday." (didn't even know the child knew names of the days of the week) I said, "Wow,on Thursday?...ok and what did you say to Jesus?" She said, "I said, 'Jesus, could you come in my bunk bed?" I lovingly corrected my sweet girl on her obvious confused state and started off with, "Emma, honey, you can't..." Suddenly she interrupted me with a loud burst and said, "MOMMY! then I said, 'COME INTO MY HEART...HALLELUJUAH!'" What more could I say? I gave her a hearty "Hallelujuah" right back and walked away with the biggest grin on my face.