This morning, as I changed baby’s diaper, my 4 year old son calls to me, breathless, from my room where he has been bouncing on my bed.
“mummy!”
“yeah?”
“Jesus is speaking to me!”
I gasp, grope, wait for more. I want to know what Jesus says to the pure of heart, I want to listen in, I have this distinct feeling I’m going to cry at the sound of His voice through my child. After a small pause
“My heart is beating. He’s speaking to my heart, because it’s beating really fast”
“What is He saying Jonah?”
“….He’s asking me what I had for breakfast. I had Cheerios….”
And so he continues to tell Jesus about his breakfast, and I sigh and continue to change the dirty diaper, but I do glow a little at the sweet conversation happening next door between Jonah and his Beating Heart. And I catch just a few words whispered before he stands and begins to bounce again like a wild thing. He whispers perhaps just what I was groping for this morning…
“Jesus loves us…”
Sarah, this is so beautiful.