We've been saying bed time prayers with Emma
for some time now. I wanted to share a sweet story
with you about our prayer time this week.
Usually it's just she and I because Eric works
most nights, but he's been home some lately.
The other night, as we got ready to pray, he said
"Remember, God listens when we talk to him."
As he said this, he pointed toward the ceiling
indicating God was up in heaven.
Well, clearly, Emma doesn't get the concept of
heaven. Instead, she apparently took this to mean
that God was actually up on the ceiling.
Coincidentally, Eric's shadow was cast above
Emma in the corner of her room.
With her hands folded sweetly as Eric and I
recited "Now I lay me down to sleep..."
I peeked at her and noticed her looking
over her shoulder at Eric's shadow.
We said "Amen." She said "Aaaaaaaameeeen."
Then without missing a beat, she looks back
to Eric's shadow, waves, and whispers,
"Nigh nigh, Gawd."
Be still my heart.
"Truly I say to you, unless you turn and
become like children, you will never enter
the kingdom of heaven. Whoever humbles
himself like this child is the greatest in
the kingdom of heaven."