Just now as I was rocking Savannah to settle her down for bed, she was rubbing her white blanky against her hands (her relaxation technique) and humming a song that sounded familiar but it wasn’t a song we had taught her.  Then she said, “Jesus? Jesus?” And then I knew what song she was trying to sing: Jesus Loves Me.  I started singing softly and she hummed along. When it ended she asked, “Again? Jesus?” So, I did and eventually she began singing with me.  After 4 more times I told her it was time for bed but what a sweet, sweet moment to hear my nearly 2 year old in her tiny little voice enjoy singing how Jesus loves her. And, it was a great reminder to me that he loves me as well and how incredibly blessed we are.

We must be doing something right. Or rather, we’re letting God. It’s a beautiful thing beyond words.

(By the way, I still don’t know where she learned the song in the first place. Either God taught her himself or it was her hanging out with her Papa today while we were in school. I’m guessing it was Papa)