I put my baby to bed last night. As usual, she was none too happy about being “left out” of any quiet time John and I might enjoy before going to bed ourselves and was voicing her displeasure with me in a loud, but tired, cry. I started to give her the same “good-night blessing” that I have given all my babies since my soon-to-be 13 y.o. was first put in his crib…”Mommy loves you (kiss), Daddy loves you (kiss) and Jesus loves you (kiss, kiss) Good-night.” She cried through the whole thing.
For some reason, I felt the Holy Spirit lead me to pray with her last night–for real–after the blessing and so I did. As I prayed, she ceased her crying, and in the split second after I said “amen” I looked up to see her open her eyes, unfold her hands and resume her crying.
It took my breath away. Like David, my heart asked, “Who am I, O Sovereign Lord, and what is my family that you have brought me this far?” (2 Sam. 7:18) Budding faith in the heart of an infant…so precious.
“Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.” (Luke 18:16-17)