Washed By The Water

I admit, when Elizabeth adamantly told us that she had prayed to receive Christ, I was leery. I mean really, how can a 4 year old (actually, she had prayed just about the time she turned 3) understand God? How can a tiny little child "get" what it means to have Jesus Christ pay for your sins? How can she understand with certainty that she has been justified by the Cross and Ressurection? She can't. And, most days, neither can I.

So, we didn't really believe her. We searched her heart time and time again, and each time her answers and understanding of God just blew us away. Finally, we allowed her to make her decision public. And, it was not long ago that she finally took her first communion. She continues to amaze us with her understanding of God's word. She and Luke had a deeply theological discussion just last week (I'll see if I can convince him to blog about it) and afterwords Luke was in shock by the things that she understood. Still, we have never pressured her to understand more than what she has asked about. Yes, we present her with the truths we believe, but we lead her through her questions about who God is, what Jesus did and how that should look in our lives.

We have discussed what it means to be baptized. We have not pushed it on her, but rather brought it up and allowed her to decide when she is ready. For a while now she had maintained that she didn't want to do it and that it was scary. So, we've left it alone. Then, last week I was washing her hair outside with the waterhose (I know, don't ask) and she said it was just like being baptized. Then she said, "Mom, I'm ready. I want to be baptized."

We have talked about what Baptism is, what it means and why we do it. We told her that she was already redeemed by Jesus because of her accepting Him as her Savior. We told her that Baptism is an act of obedience and an outer symbol of her inner commitment to God. We went up to the church, saw the Baptism place and talked with Pister Michael. She was ready and insisted on going through with it at the next baptism, which just-s0-happened to be yesterday.

We arrive and immediately she is fearful. We had told her that it was okay if she changed her mind and after watching 9 other children get baptized she backed out. As we changed back into her dress in the locker room just behind the baptismal pool, she got a burst of confidence. Before Pister Michael could leave the water we rushed around the corner, interrupted the rest of the service and she did it! I don't have one single picture to show you because everyone with behind-the-scenes cameras had left. However, the images of her tiny body in that water, being held up by our wonderful Pastor, her toes not even touching the bottom, are images that will never leave my mind. With tears of joy I watched my eldest daughter get baptized in the same place I did. I remembered that just 5 years earlier I was in that same water, with her tiny body growing in my womb.

Praise God for the abundant faith He has placed within our daughter. She teaches me so much everyday. After she finished, and as we were changing her into dry clothes, I asked her "Bizzy, why did you change your mind?"

"Because, I was afraid but then Jesus told me to not be scared and He helped me do it."

Thank you Jesus for this little girl who makes my heart overflow. I praise You Lord for washing her in the water of Your mercy.

$7.00

We have some incredible friends who are moving to Kenya this summer. They are selling everything, their house, cars, furnishings and going. God called and they are answering and, quite honestly, I think they are incredible. Elizabeth knows "Chris and Windy." She understands that they've already been to Africa once and that they will be going again, and staying a long time. She prays for them I think it is just precious.

Anyway, yesterday, Lindy (Windy) came by to pick up some photos she "accidentally" left at our house (I say accidentally, but again, I'm learning that our God isn't a God of chances). When she got here to pick them up, I asked to see them. They are selling them to raise money for their missions. I spread them all out on the floor and we were inspecting them. I explained to Elizabeth the reason Lindy had the pictures and told her that she was selling them so she could go tell people in Africa about Jesus. Though all of the pictures were amazing, Elizabeth particularly fell in love with 1. It was a photo of a zebra that Chris had taken. Beautifully framed, it was pure joy for Elizabeth. She immediately asked me if she could have it. I told her that it cost a lot of money ($15, but to a 3 1/2 yr old, that's a lot) and that if she would be willing to pay half with her money, I would pay for the other half.

With that, Elizabeth runs to her room and grabs her envelope full of her "Save" money. (Elizabeth does chores to earn money. She gets a maximum of $3.00 per week. She gives $1 to Church, Saves $1 and gets to put $1 in her Spend envelope.) She comes running back into the living room with a fist full of $1.00 bills. I told her that her portion of the cost is $7.00. Diligently, she counts out her money....$7.00 exactly. I explained to her that if she uses her money to buy the picture that she won't have any money left to buy the toys that she's asked for from the T.V. In a complete moment of maturity she says, "Yes, I know Mommy." She proudly hands her dollars to Lindy (who is sobbing) and takes her prized picture in her hands. She runs to her room to find a place of honor.

God amazes me that I can still learn so much from my children. It was not a coincidence that Elizabeth had exactly $7.00 saved (I didn't know how much she had when I told her I'd pay half). What an amazing heart my child has. I feel so incredibly blessed to witness these everyday miracles. God is so good.

Now, I'm wondering, have I given God my $7.00 today? Have I offered Him my all? And with complete joy, have I placed what He has given me in a place of honor? I think there are so many lessons to be learned from the heart of a 3 year old...

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