A few weeks ago I was running a comb through Emily’s hair in an endeavor to divide it into two pigtails for her ballet class. While I was brushing out the knots, she tilted her head to the side like she was listening to something. I asked her what she had heard.
God was talking to me.
Um. Wow. I asked her what God had said to her.
He told me that I am beautiful.
I told her that she is, indeed, beautiful. Then I told Matthew about our conversation and did my best not to cry because how amazing was that?
Last week, I was tucking Miss Emily into bed, which consists of a prayer about what we’re thankful for and people that we want to pray for. It also consists of a snuggle and a chat. I brought up the conversation about God talking to her and asked if God talked to her often. She stated, simply:
He talks to me every day.
Oh. Well. Huh. I asked her what He talked to her about.
Sometimes He tells me that I could be nicer to my brothers. Sometimes He tells me that I could have a better attitude.
God is sounding a lot like Dad and Mom, here. I said that those things were great, but did God tell her good stuff, too?
Oh, YES. He always tells me He loves me.
As I was pondering this story yesterday, I asked her if God had spoken to her since we last talked about it. She was enthusiastic.
Yep! He tells me that he loves me EVERY DAY.
Then she kind of tucked her chin and smiled that shy smile and my heart grew one hundred times bigger.
I want to hear what she hears.
Comments:
Oh my! My eyes teared up a little as I read this. What a pure delight she is! God will be smiling down on her right now. Childlike faith, at it’s best. And what a wonderful job you have done as parents, she has such great role models in you & Matthew.
P.S. Did you see on FB that I am getting a Canon EOS 550D?! Very excited!
Wow – that’s amazing! I wish I had that kind of faith…
Oh amen! This is incredible.
Her sensitivity to God’s voice is evidence of being well raised!
Wow. That made me cry. At work. Amazing.
I’d love to know when the point in life comes that the voice of God becomes so hard to hear. When life gets too busy and/or we stop listening. Then I want to go back, stop whatever I’m doing and listen intently!
What a beautiful story!
That is so wondefully amazing!!!
My mom used to tell me that when I was a child (6 and younger) I used to tell her about my conversations with Jesus and/or angels, but I don’t remember any of that these days….
Keep talking to Emily about this, not only to strengthen you, but also to strengthen her and hopefully her memory of these converstations that she might carry them with her in to adulthood – how awesome would that be? =)
Oh my goodness, that completely made my day! What a spectacular post!
What a wonderful gift she has! To be so sensitive to the voice and Spirit of God. I pray this continues her whole life through.
Amazing.
I am an Atheist, but I love this so much. Wouldn’t it be a gift to feel loved by God?
OH MY. I have unstoppable chills running along my arms. What a special conversation. I want to hear what she hears too.
Wow. SO awesome she’s so close with God starting so young!
I’ve often been told that God IS talking … we just aren’t listening. (I need to listen more too.)
Amazing. What a gift. I’m trying to listen up better too, especially during this season of Lent.
If only we could all hear what she hears…
That is DARLING. What a lovely little family you are raising.
Me too! That is so beautiful!
This brought a tear to my eyes.
I have been thinking a lot lately about god and what I believed. Today my FB status was “I believe in God, but I’m not too clear on the rest of the details”
What a gift to have, to hear and feel Gods love. Oh how I wish I could hear it too.
Thank you for sharing
Holy goosebumps, man! Oh, to be able to hear it.
The honesty of a child is truly amazing, isn’t it?
I totally just told you this in an email, but my sister once described her best friend as someone who “hears from God.” I seriously love that.
And I love Emily. Though not more than God does, as I imagine that to be quite impossible.