I snagged this from the archives. I think it fits perfectly in this space here today.
I push the squeaky shopping cart up and down the aisles of Walmart as the boy buckled in belts out a song that carries all the way to the sporting goods department.
Little ones to Him belong, they are weak but He is strong.
People turn to look as they reach for that box of graham crackers or pull the gallon of milk from the cooler. Some stare and others smile our way. A few even whisper the words along with him.
YES, Jesus loves me! The Bible tells me so.
I look down at my little boy and wish a thousand wishes in this moment that he would always cling to the Truth of Jesus. I pray that he would forever share his faith so willingly, so boldly, so freely.....even if it's scary or hard or not the popular thing to do.
A tear spills over, too, because I'm a bit of a crier when it comes to my kiddo and Jesus. And because I know I've failed over and over to do the thing I prayed about just seconds ago.
Lord, make me bold like my two year old.
*To read the rest of the series, go here.