Children amaze me

This morning my four year old reminded me of a great lesson. She reminded me of Grace. In the Bible children were named for their attributes or a vision of what the parents had for their child. Little did we know that when we named our daughter Grace that we were naming her appropriately.

Noraa (our two year old) got a puzzle out before breakfast. The pieces were in the walk way and her father and I asked her to pick them up a number of times. I gave her a time out and still she stood there beside the puzzle sucking her thumb looking at me. She did not want to clean up the puzzle. I was fed up with her blatant disobedience so I told her I was going to the other room and when I came out if the puzzle was not cleaned up I would spank her. I came out to the kitchen and the puzzle was cleaned up. I praised Noraa for cleaning it up and obeying Mama; however as I did so I saw a twinkle in my four year olds' eyes. I asked her if she cleaned up the puzzle for sister and she said she did.

Grace. She knew Noraa would get a spanking if it wasn't cleaned up. She didn't want her sister to get a spank, so she did it for her. "I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it." Luke 18:17

Thank you God for the sweet heart of my daughter that daily shows me your grace.

Comments

Haley said…

What a sweet big sister she is!

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