I forgot...

...and I can't believe I did!! A few weeks ago I asked Lily if she wanted to go grocery shopping with me. It was a Sunday afternoon. One of those GORGEOUS Sunday afternoons. She wanted to go and on the way up to South Bend, she started asking me a ton of questions about Jesus. Why He did certain things...why He died on the cross...and pretty much why He didn't strike all the people dead just before the great flood (she LOVES the story of Noah). I tried to answer her questions as best as I could and I could see the little wheels turning in her head. Then she asked about dying. What would happen to her? I told her that if she had a relationship with Jesus, then she would go to heaven and live with Him. But if she didn't, then that's not where she would go and I just left it at that. A long time ago, Marc and I decided that we weren't going to scare them into asking Jesus into their hearts. Yes, they would learn about hell and about how awful it is, but not for the purposes of scaring them into salvation. Anyway, she got quiet for a little bit and then in a very soft voice said, "Mommy, when I die, I want to go to heaven and live there.". By this time I was already in the Kroger parking lot. We talked a little more and I answered her questions as well as I could, and this little sweet, loving, ornery girl asked Jesus into her heart! I was so PROUD! I always thought, "O.K., my job is to teach them about Christ so that way they will accept Him and then that's it. Well, not really, but you know what I mean. But after Emma asked Christ into her life, I realized that my job is now so much greater. Now I have to mold these little minds and hearts and teach them as much as I can about Him. You know....this is one job that I don't mind doing at all!