Making a bed for Jesus...

Learning life lessons from Henry.  =)

Sweet Henry Thomas, 4 years old

I grew up in church.  I was raised with, and by, a church family.  All of my grandparents were Christians.  I've been to all different denominations, worshipped God in lots of different ways.  I realized early in my teen years that I was blessed to be surrounded by such Godly people.  I've felt the power of prayer and seen Jesus move in my life and my family's life.  Yet somehow, my 4 year old, Henry, is teaching me all kinds of things about Jesus, the Holy Spirit, and God. 

A child's prayer is always touching and sincere.  And I'm often moved by my boys bedtime prayers. Their love for Jesus is so pure and their faith so sincere.  A couple of months ago, Henry started asking some questions about Jesus.  "Now, Mom, how is there 3?  Jesus, a Holy Spirit, and his dad??"  I've laughed more than once at how he words his questions and what funny things he comes up with.  He was with me at work one day and was bragging on him for being such a good boy.  He just grinned and said, "Mom - that's just the Holy Spirit in me...making me be good."  Talk about a proud Momma! 

Just two nights ago, after we'd said our prayers, Henry started with the questions.  "Mom, does Jesus have feet in Heaven?"  I told him I was sure he did.  "Well, does he have a bed?" he asked. 
"I don't know, I guess he does.  Why?" I asked him.  "Cause, if he had one, I was going to make it for him,"  he told me, like I should've already known.  Okay.  Jeez. 

What have I done for Jesus lately?  Seems like I expect an awful lot.  Seems like I sure do ask Him for things all the time.  I expect Him to take care of my family and listen when I pray...pretty sure I could be doing some things for Him in return.  I really gotta work on that. 

Thanks, Henry, for putting your momma in check.