I was sitting in my rocking chair this afternoon, spending some quiet time with God. Music was blaring over the stereo and the electronic piano was loud with my little girl Lizzie's fingertips. Maybe not so much quiet time, but all I've got. And it is enough. The noise makes the quiet louder sometimes.

My daughter, Lizzie came into the room and said, "Mommy, what are you doing?" And I said, "Just spending some quiet time with God, honey." And she said, "What is God doing Mommy?" "Just standing beside me," I responded. Lizzie, in her quizzical was stated confidently, "No, she's not, Mommy. She is sitting down." And I said, "She is?" "Yes, Mommy," as she points her little index finger right at me, "You are God, Mommy." And then she points to her heart and says, "And, here, is Jesus." Wow. What do you say to that? My little girl talking about Jesus so freely. She doesn't have the baggage that her Mommy has had.

Then, we climbed into bed to snuggle. Oh, how I love the soft feel of the comforter on my body and my little girl in my arms. My sister sat next to us, checking her email in my beloved rocking chair. Little Lizzie then proclaims for all to hear, "Mommy, God is everywhere. God is in my heart and in my body." I looked at my sister, with my arms up in the air and a big full heart, and said with a smile on my face, "My work is done here." Thank you for being my teacher Lizzie and for reflecting to me what I know about who I am in the deepest, most simple part of me.

 

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