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Monday, June 6th, 2011

They lay in their beds, expecting their nightly prayers with me. I come close, not expecting what happens in these moments.

“Dear Jesus, we thank you for our special Judah. We pray that You would be near to him as he sleeps and help him to grow strong, healthy, and wise. Speak to his heart, so he may know You even from these early years. In Jesus’ name, Amen.”

“Namen,” he says with his little boy voice. Always with an “N” at the beginning. Then a pause. “Mama?”

Me: “Yes, Judah.”

Judah: “Where is Jesus go?”

Me: “Well, He is always in our hearts, but right now He’s in heaven. Someday He will come back so we can be together with Him.”

Judah: “Where is heaven go?”

Me: “Heaven is somewhere that we can’t see right now.”

Judah: “When we sleeping?”

Me: “You mean we will see it someday?”

Judah: “No, see heaven when we sleeping.”

Me: “Do you see heaven when you’re sleeping?”

Judah: “Yes, when me sleeping.”

Not sure what to say to that, I just smile at him and have this beautiful tug in my heart where Jesus shows me that He does indeed hear my prayers for my children. I love that my little tank of a child recognizes what many miss. Isn’t that the way of children? Open to see what our eyes are often blind to.