Last night in the church nursery, my 3-year-old, Silas, climbed high on a piece of furniture.
"Get down from there, Silas," the nursery worker said, "You're going to fall."
"It's OK," he replied. "I have Jesus in my life."
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Silas...
:) You make me smile!!
Love,
Windy
You gotta love that. :)
Marcy tells me all the time that Jesus lives in her tummy and he's hungry LOL
I'm wondering if we could book Silas for a tour. I know many, many Christians who are paralyzed by always being careful, fear and the "what if" syndrome. How many of us trust Jesus that completely?
Ahh, to have the faith of a child!
My dad taught Junior Church when we were kids, and would do an example of trust where my sister or I would fall backwards of our own accord, and trust him to catch us.
My sister is 21 months younger than me. I still remember the year he asked me and for whatever reason I could not do it -- i'd gotten too old to trust him not to miss me. My sister did it that year.
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