Heart in throat

As a little background, it is almost scary how well Trey can read. When we do devotions, Trey has his own Bible and either follows along with the words as we read, or we ask him to read the verses, helping him with a word here and there. How amazing to hear your child read God's Word.

Anyway, last night it was just Trey and me for devotions. We read 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18.

Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus.

We talked about it for a long time, especially the concept of praying without ceasing. We named things and people for whom we are grateful, and I was able to again reinforce my oft-quoted motto of, "Behind every complaint is something to be thankful for."

After we prayed, Trey asked to keep reading his Bible a while before the lights went out. Couldn't refuse that, so I went to the kitchen and did my chores especially quietly so I could listen to Trey read. He pretty much stayed with the same scripture we had read, just reading the words over and over.

A few minutes later, he called me back to his room, asking if we could write his name in the front of the Bible. We did, and then he directed me to the inside back cover, which had another name/date blank. He asked me to write his name there.

Trey's Bible is an orange Gideon testament, and if you know this type of Bible, you know that the back cover has the plan of salvation, and that the name/date blanks are to be filled in when you accept Christ.

I tried to explain this to Trey, that we would only fill out those blanks when he was a little older and understood all that Jesus had done for him, and when he invited Jesus into his heart.

"But I want to do that now!"

Me, eyes wide open, skin tingling, heart in throat.

"Oh, buddy, I love to hear you say that. We will keep learning about Jesus, and one day you will just know for sure that it is time for Jesus to come into your heart, and I promise on that very day, we will write your name here."

We may bicker all day long, he may ignore rules, I may be the yo-yo parent, but something must be going right. Praise, praise to the Lord.

Comments