where is Jesus?

so saturday morning rolls around. emy is up, we are getting dressed and going thru the typical saturday routine. mommy's at bible study, brother and sis are watching cartoons in their jammies, daddy's trying to drink enough coffee to see straight, and emy's in a hurry to get her day crackin'. part of the deal is some time on the dora potty. so we stroll in together, because she really likes company for this part of the morning. i look at her and tell her, "you know, Jesus loves you." felt like a good time to be honest and connect deeply...the boundaries were down and all. she says, "i know." i tell her, "He died for you so you can go to heaven with Him." she says, "yeah." then she asks..."where is He?" and answers her own question..."at church." great answer, i think. then i say, "and He's here, too." she says, "where?" and i say, "in your heart." at this point, she starts to do here emy laugh, and then pulls up her shirt to look. and then i laugh. then she stands up, grabs my shirt, and tries to see Him in my heart. not finding any outside evidence, she looks in my shirt pocket. from then on, we laugh and talk all weekend about Jesus being in our hearts and try to look each time it comes up. but she knows that Jesus lives in our hearts -- just ask her.

what a great morning. i am amazed by my kids, their ability to grab onto faith things, and the way it really makes them happy. and come to think of it, my day was pretty good once i remembered that Jesus lives in my heart too...