Out of the Mouths of Babes

I won't even get into not posting since November.   What I have to share is just so precious, it trumps any lame reasons.

Serge and I got the pleasure tonight of babysitting our sweet niece and nephew.  We played for awhile, went to dinner, bought Oren a birthday present (only 4 weeks late), watched a movie and then got ready for bed.  I tucked them in and read them a story that included silly voices and faces by Aunt Carrie and giggles and shrieks from Emma and Oren.

Then the sweet, humbling part of the evening.

After singing them a few devotional songs and hymns, I told them about one of my favorite songs, "Make Me New" and why I like it.  I explained that its about asking God to help you when you've made bad choices and how he can change you.  After singing it, a few jokes, hugs for Emma, hugs for Oren and hugs for Turtle, I promised one more song.  I sang one of Serge's favorites, "Pierce my Ear", as I gave final kisses and tucked in any loose sheets or blankets. 

I paused next to Oren and said goodnight and this precious child said, "Aunt Carrie, those songs meant a lot to me.  One time I saw about this boy who died and went to Heaven and came back.  And, um, those songs just meant a lot to me."

With a tear in my eye, I gave that sweet boy an extra forehead kiss, told him that I love singing those songs because they help me tell God what I'm feeling or thinking.  He agreed, then promptly changed the subject as only a child can do.

I leave you with the words of "Make Me New", with my prayer to be that God make me new with the innocence and preciousness of a child.

"Make Me New"

Make me new, Lord Jesus,

Make me new.

For it seems that in so many ways,

I'm not enough like you.

Take this weary vessel, I am in

and mold me once again.

Take my life, take my spirit,

make me new.