There is a little blonde girl who shows me what it is to look and marvel at God's creation. Just to give you some idea she was sad on the first day of fall when the leaves were not instantly colorful, she sings songs about the rain and the sun and the apple trees, she tries to name all the bird that come to their birds feeder (in fact because of her I know what a Goldfinch is), and she rejoices at the May snow flurry that made me cringe.
There are two blonde twins and their brother that show me how to pray to a God that CAN do anything. They pray consistently for something that my sinful heart says God won't/can't answer. It's that heart that they show me I need to repent of; the heart that judges prayer on the basis of whether I think God can/will answer and then proceeds (or doesn't).
There is a skinny spunky blonde girl who shows me what is it to believe that Jesus is a friend. Most recently it was in her telling me about how she is never lonely, as Jesus is always with her and always will be. Also she corrects my jokes about how today is the best day ever but simply telling me that the best day ever will be when she's with Jesus.
There is a four year old academic that has been hear saying "no sinful nature, momma told me I have to take a nap." This little boy fights his sin better than my heart does most days. He also at his young age struggles to understand things that adults might not even think twice about (The trinity, original sin etc). This is a good reminder to me that struggling to understand/thinking through theology is a great thing.
There is a young Paleontologist/Zoologist that isn't old enough to read yet, but can name facts and correct my pronunciation at any and all animals (and for some reason he always asks me to read the books that include the scientific names too!) His heart shows me what it is to stand in awe of the creation of my God, the present and the extinct.
There is a five year old world traveler, who has stepped on more foreign soil in his young life they I probably ever will. He is fluent in two languages, as are his parents. He shows me that no matter what language the Gospel is spoken in the truth remains. No truer words about Jesus can ever be spoken, no matter what language he speaks it in.
There is a boy named G2 who is possibly borderline obsessed with the fact that we as sinners don't deserve anything, but the curse of God. At his young age he is starting to understand the grace and mercy God shows us, undeserving sinners. The depth of that grace and mercy is something he and I and all the saints will continue to see clearer until the day of Christ.
It's these reminders and many more the Lord blesses me with on a near daily basis.
