perhaps it was right around the time she took a serious interest in this, her Bible. and i mean serious. i have never suggested she take her Bible to church. i know, i should have. i guess i didn't know she was there already. she started suggesting it a couple weeks ago, and she doesn't ever forget. ever. we will be on the way out the door to church, and she runs to her room: "i can't forget my Bible!"
she knows the stories of adam and eve and noah because she opens her Bible and asks me about them. and then she remembers. it's only a matter of time before she knows them all.
"who's this, mommy?" that's adam and eve. "why are they crying?" well, because they sinned, baby. they disobeyed God. that made them sad. "oh. we're supposed to obey Jesus. right, mommy?" yes, baby. that's right.
"this is noah, mommy. he has an ark and all the animals because there was a flood." very good, baby.
if you follow me on twitter, you know i am pretty regularly tweeting about the spiritual revelation ellie has had. she is a sponge. if she sees it or hears it, it's on the inside. to observe firsthand the undoubting faith of a child has been such a blessing. each time i hear statements like, "that's a cross, mommy. the cross means Jesus of love" i am overwhelmed with joy and anticipation for what God has for this little life, this long-legged child so precious that i once carried inside me. if i'm honest, i am also overwhelmed with anxiety and fear. i want to protect her from all the things that might cause her to question that cross and what it means.
is that possible, God? can i just fold her up, long legs and all, and hide under the covers forever, just me and her and the preschool Bible? pretty please?