We live in an area with heavy traffic and rude drivers. I can have a bit of a temper, so I tend to listen to religious music while I drive in order to help keep me calm. I began to sing along to one particular song that referenced getting closer to our Savior. The lyrics talk about crying to, dancing for and flying to Jesus.
ET asks, "Mommy, why do we fly to Jesus?"
"The song just means to get to know him better and trust him. He loves us and helps us."
"Does Jesus keep me safe?"
"Yes, ET, he does."
"Is Jesus in the car?" I look around at the clutter. Wrappers, extra clothes, toys, shopping bags.
"Probably not sweetie. Jesus likes to be where it is clean. Is the car very clean?"
"No." A few moments of silence follow. "Mommy, we need to clean the car so Jesus can have a place to sit."
I start to choke up on how sweet his reasoning was. Once I could talk with a normal voice I ask him to help me clean the car that weekend. He agrees and we continue with our otherwise ordinary, but blessed day.
8 years ago
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