Last night, as I tucked Claire into bed, she once again began bargaining to keep me in the room with her until she fell asleep. "Wanta read me a book?" - we'd already read together. "Wanta snuggle?" - I have to admit this one does get me sometimes. "I'm thirsty." - it's amazing how 4 year olds can suck down more than a thirsty camel if it is getting dark outside. Resolute, I tucked the covers in around Claire, kissed her on the cheek and told her good night. As I was leaving, I stopped at the doorway, and said, "I love you honey, sleep well. If you get lonely or scared, you can always talk to Jesus." "Okay mommy," she said, and as I pulled the door closed behind me, I heard her whisper, "Hey Jesus, I love you."
I pray every day, multiple times in a day in fact, and yet I cannot remember the last time I told Jesus that I loved him. I pray for guidance, I am faithful about counting my blessings and saying thank you, I do my best to live my life for Jesus, but I guess I've just been forgetful in telling the most important being in my life that I love him. Once again, my four old has taught her old mom a new lesson!
I love you Jesus.
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