Mar. 30, 2007

God speaks to little Children...

     This Monday, was about the same. He got up, was fine and I took my older son to school while he stayed home with Daddy. I got home and ds11 met me in the driveway to tell me ds4 had a really bad headache. I went in to check on him and he was moaning as though it really hurt. I gave him a Tylenol and the ice pack and after about twenty minutes he fell asleep. When he awoke his head felt better. I took his temperature and it was about 98.7, not really feverish. Four hours had passed since I had given him the first Tylenol so I decided to give him another lest his head start hurting badly again; kind of a preventative measure. Not a good idea. He immediately vomited, so it was totally ineffective. For the rest of the afternoon he shifted back and forth from napping to sleeping to vomiting, and moaning because his tummy was hurting so much. By evening he was feeling better, though by this time his temperature had gone up to 101.8. When it was time for us to go to bed for the night, I let him lay on my bed until he feel asleep. He lay on top of the covers with his head at the foot of my bed. While he was laying there he asked, " Mom, have I been naughty today."

     "Of course you haven't been naughty today. You've been sick, why?"

    "I was just wondering if I was naughty."

     Thus, the title of my blog entry. I believe he was hearing the voice of His Father speaking to his heart and wanted to make sure that He was doing what God wanted Him to. 

     I was thinking about this Tuesday morning as I was driving ds16 to school. It was a morning that held many similarities with the morning of December 2nd, 2006. The sky was overcast, and in spots the sun was trying to break through. It was kind of gray and dreary with the hope of sunshine and warmth. Temperatures in the mid-forties and a kind of congenial silence in the air.

    On the morning in December that I am speaking of ds4 asked a very important and what turned out to be life changing question for him. "Mom, does everyone go to heaven?"

   "No, only those who asked Jesus into their hearts." I replied.

   " Yeah, like me, and dad, and Scott, and Sheldon and Nate." piped up ds7 from the backseat.

   "What about me?" questions ds4.

      Then I went on to explain a little further what it means to ask Jesus into your heart and why it's so important. Then I asked him if that's something he thought he wanted to do and in a sheepish voice he said, "Yes." We prayed a very simple prayer telling God we were sorry for the things we had done and that we wanted Jesus to live with us always and help us to do what He wants us to. Ds4 repeated every word I said and was very happy in the knowledge that now he would go to heaven when he died.

     I believe he was sincere and I know that God is speaking to him even if he doesn't quite understand it yet. I can feel his repentance in my heart, hear it in his voice, and see it in his manner anytime he does something wrong for which I need to scold him. Though, he has come to believe that he can do what he wants as long as he says sorry afterwards; there's still work to be done. I am just so thankful that all of my five children have come to belong to God's family and that my youngest actually let me take part in that life changing decision.

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