This post will probably be the deepest post I have ever written and probably will ever write. But it's more for me than anyone else.
So tonight per the usual I went into Eva's room to check on her because it was awfully quiet in there. Well Miss Eva was not asleep. But I couldn't fuss at her because I walked in on the most amazing thing I've ever seen.
She was not in her bed, she was on her knees...praying. She was praying to God.
It really brought me to tears.
When I knew she was finished I asked her what she prayed for. She said I prayed my blessings. I prayed for everybody I love.
She absolutely melted my heart.
I think the reason it really touched my heart besides the obvious is the fact that I did not teach her this. I'm not really sure I know where she learned it. I can only imagine she learned it at "school." Eva does go to a Christian preschool and has since she was a little over a year old.
I love that my four year old believes in God.
I love that she already relies on him.
It's not an assurance that I've ever known.
I do believe in God but I was never raised in church. I know that is no excuse why I can't raise my own daughter to believe in God and rely on Him. We as parents always say we want better for our children than we had (not that my parents didn't give us everything we ever wanted). I think the only gift I could ever give Eva that I never had would be a relationship with Jesus Christ.
Eva was baptised when she was just a few weeks old. It was something that meant a lot to her Dad's family. I remember meeting with the pastor of the church while she asked me and her Dad a few questions and went over the requirements of the baptism. Something she said has always stuck with me. She told us that as a condition of her baptism that it was OUR responsibility as her parents to make sure she knew Jesus Christ.
I can only believe there was a reason I witnessed this tonight.