I've said this before and I'll say it again and again -- no matter how many Bible studies I complete, how much time I devote to God in the early morning hours, or how many Sundays I sit in a pew, the biggest faith lessons often come from my kids. Last night was a good example.
On this move, with the expectation of the new baby, G gave up his toddler bed to P, who in turn gave up her crib to R. This left G with what was previously our guest bed -- a queen. So, John being John, last night he taught G how to run and do a somersault onto the bed. While it's fun to have a dad like John that teaches little boys to do things that will inevitably lead to an ER visit, his timing wasn't the best because it was right before bed and it was a bit tough to get G to settle down enough for his bedtime routine. Eventually he got settled down enough to read and pray. When it was his turn to pray he started off normally "Thank you for this day, thank you for this family, thank you for everything"...and then suddenly his eyes popped open and he said "God, watch this", after which he promptly jumped up, ran to the other side of the room and somersaulted onto the bed before calmly sitting back down and saying "and Jesus' people said, Amen".
G was so excited about what he had learned to do that he actively invited God to watch him do it, and then he was confident that God indeed had his eyes on him, giving him His full attention while he demonstrated.
I'm pretty sure there is a lesson for me to learn there...
"And He said "Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children you will never enter the Kingdom of Heaven" - Matthew 18:3
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