When we first moved to the farm, she was days away from turning two. She was spunky even then, and her love for God was already budding. When she wasn't much taller than my knees we were witting in church, about to take communion, when I told her she couldn't have the bread and juice until she had given her life to Christ.
She began to cry.
Not a selfish, fit kind of cry.
But a deep sadness kind of cry.
I asked her what was wrong and the through her tears she got out the words, "But me love Jesus, Mama."
She kept repeating it over and over again.
"But me love Jesus, Mama. Me love me Jesus."
She was two and half and my type-A very practical mom brain couldn't imagine that she really knew what she was saying. But then a thought came my mind in that moment__
"Who are you to say whether or not your little girl really loves Jesus?"
I immediately justified my hesitation with the thought that she most likely just wanted to have a snack more than anything else.
Then my little peanut cupped my face and said, "Mama, Jesus love me and me love Jesus."
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That day, she took communion. With zero ability to speak theology, my innocent little Reese knew that all God asks of us is to believe in and to love, Him. "For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son that whosoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life." John 3:16
I don't know exactly what the Lord has up His sleeve for this little gem, but I know that she loves fully without reserve. And I know more and more each day that she has this unshakable passion for her Jesus. He loves her and she loves Him.
So last Sunday, my precious girl stood up in front of our church and told the everyone about her love for the Lord. Our pastor gave her an opportunity to share something if she wanted to, {and of course she wanted to! She loves every opportunity she can get to use her voice.} She brought with her a letter that she had written to the President of the United States earlier this year. Then she proceeded to tell everyone how she loved Jesus so much that she wrote a letter to the president.
She read the letter.
She hopped right into that horse trough.
Her Papa read a prayer from Ephesians over her.
And this amazing little girl declared to the world that she's in love with her Jesus.
Reese was the youngest to get baptized... And this sweet, sweet, 90 year old man, was the oldest.
The days when my kids seek the Lord on their own accord are the absolute best days of my life. Their faith needs to be their own. I will keep on telling them of His glory, but what I love most about our Savior is that He is able and willing and wanting to reveal Himself and His glory to them, with or without me.
Today was a good day.
No, it was a great day.
