Last night I awoke to shouting down the hall, "Mommy! Mommy! There's a worm on my pillow!" was being called out a midst tears. It was so sad. I think he was mostly asleep and had obviously had a dream. I checked out the pillow, flipped it over and convinced Thomas that all was well. He crawled back into bed and asked me to stay with him. I sat and got him all snuggled in and rubbed his back.
I heard him mumbling, but couldn't understand. I asked if he was talking to me and he said, "No, I was talking to Jesus." Tears came to my eyes at his sincere sweetness and my heart was filled. This was the first independent faith I've seen come out of him.
He's been asking to pray at dinner time and closing his eyes to pray with me through out the day and even paying more attention to stories and repeating answers through conversation. He even saw Mary at Costco! : ) Recently, he memorized a verse at Mt. Hermon. I'm trying to encourage this and praying God would give Thomas a heart that longs for Him.
Thank You Lord for these little gifts, even if it's at 1am!!
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