Yesterday (Sunday) afternoon I plopped down my Bible and bags right inside the front door as we walked in from our morning at church. Trevor wasn't feeling well and I was just plain tired so all we wanted to do was get the girls down for a nap so we, too, could take our predictable Sunday afternoon snooze.
As I'm getting Acácia all set to crawl into bed, Trevor prods her, "Acácia, tell Mommy what you learned in Sunday School this morning." Her face lit up and I could tell she had something really cool to tell me as evidenced by her stammering to spit out all of the words at once. Pulling all her thoughts into one cohesive sentence, she said excitedly, "Jesus died on the cwoss (translation: cross)! And He was really, really ouchy." She demonstrated this by pointing to her own hands, signifying she knew where He was ouchy. I wanted to weep right then and there.
There's nothing quite like hearing a toddler who is just learning to form proper sentences speak about the cross. Nothing so sweet as hearing a tiny little voice articulate the most powerful moment in history.
I know there's still a long way to go before she fully understands what exactly "Jesus died on the cross" means, but then again, you know what? So do I.
3 comments:
What a sweet memory to have!
Wow! Trevor told me the story yesterday, but I loved reading your version of it too. Makes me tear up. :)
~Erica
Love it!! I will never forget when Michael set out the other kids on a blanket, stood on a stool and told the kids that if God cares about the lilies of the field, how much more does he care for them. He was three, Julia was not even 2 and Jack could barely sit up. It is still one of my sweetest memories! Treasure it!!
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