One morning last week I had quite a God moment with my three year old. Just about every morning she gets up (most of the time a little earlier than I would like), crawls into bed with me and we snuggle for a few quiet moments before the madness of the day begins. Well, I say quiet moments. Usually she wakes up with lots of words and random questions.
So last week it was a morning when I knew we were going to be pushing it to get out of the house on time. I had a thousand things running through my mind that I knew had to be done before the day was over. I was impatient to get going when her sweet little voice said, “Mama, I don’t want to go to Heaven.”
I held her in my lap and asked what in the world she was talking about. “I don’t want to have my hands and feets nailed to the cross,” she explained.
My eyes filled up with tears as I got to explain to her, for perhaps the first time that she would remember, that she wouldn’t have to have her hands and feets nailed to the cross. Jesus did that for us. He was nailed to the cross to be punished for our sins. He was nailed to the cross so that we wouldn’t have to be. We can go to Heaven because He was nailed to the cross instead of us.
“Ok, I’ll go watch Mickey Mouse now.”
Here were my reminders:
– For some reason, God chooses some of those random moments to be the most valuable. I need to have my ears open for them.
– Even a three year old can begin to understand the gospel. Does she get it all, of course not. (Do we?) Is she ready to make a confession of Christ as Lord. No. But she can understand a lot more than we usually give her credit for, and she is beginning to build a foundation that will affect her for the rest of her life.
Thank you, Lord, for your hands and feets.