Friday, September 23, 2011

Life With My Little Boy

There are so many things that I love about life with my little boy.

Like today when he picked this out of the treasure box at school for his sister...

And when were playing at the coffee table and he left the room for a minute saying, "Mommy, don't fight all the bad guys, I'll be right back."  Okay.  I was going to, but I'll wait.  :)

And then when he put this jar on the table and said, "I'm going to put this here just in case I need some energy."  Now that is a plan.

I love that earlier when I was baking he told me that he was a "great chef" and said, "I will help you since you don't have a pal."  So I ended up making pumpkin muffins with the very best pal of all!

I love that the other night he asked me if God takes naps, to which I was grateful to say no, He doesn't (Psalm 121:4), that He is with us all the time.  I love that he followed it up with, "But does Jesus take naps?" Which was a harder question to answer, trying to explain that He did when He was on earth (Matthew 8:24) but He doesn't now in Heaven.  It's hard enough to explain how Jesus was 100% man and 100% God during his ministry on earth to an adult, let alone a four year old!  But how precious that we are already talking about Christ's deity, thanks to a tender heart and inquisitive mind.

I love the way he has an endless supply of motorized sound effects when playing, a giggle that comes straight from his gut, and how he still can't say an "L' to save his life, or should I say wife.

I love that he talks to everyone with open friendliness whether it is the waiter at a restaurant, the cashier at the checkout counter, or the older gentleman parked next to us at Aldi the other day.  His window was down and Trev said hello and told him he had a nice car.  This old man and his wife in an old red car grinned from ear to ear.  He made their day by noticing them.  By acknowledging them with a friendly smile.

I love so much about this little fellow, but one of the things I love most is his praying heart.  He has been a faithful prayer warrior for so many people in need over the past year or two.  Faithful to remember them each day.  He believes in prayer, and in healing, even of the slightest boo-boo.  "God will heawl it," he says.  The faith of a child.  The kind of faith I want.  Last night a precious teenager from our youth group came by, and ended up sharing dinner with us.  Her grandmother had passed away earlier yesterday.  Before we ate, Trev said he would pray, and that he was going to say a special prayer for Marissa.  And he did.  This morning I was feeling a bit under the weather like I was trying not to get a cold, and happened to mention that I didn't feel great to Trev when I picked him up from Pre-K.  Immediately he said to his teacher, "Miss Wisa, my mommy doesn't feel good.  Will you pray for her?"  In the car on the way home he said to me, "Don't worry Mommy, I will pray for you."  And then he did, right there in his carseat.  Prayed out loud for me to feel better.  And you know what?  I did.

Oh Lord, may I pray like my little boy.  May I trust You like my little boy.  May I welcome others like my little boy.  May I laugh and live life with a twinkle in my eye like my little boy.  And may I learn every single thing You want me to from this four, almost five year old who has been the best wittle buddy a mom could ask for since he was placed in my arms.

He is a gift from You.  And I am grateful.

1 comment:

  1. Faith like a beautiful. I have a little boy, too, and he holds a really special place in my heart.