God's Story Being Written by Children

         Where do I start? Work was AMAZING! God was so there! The 1st thing that happened was that I had 2 girls, and they were both family hug me at the same time while playing in a room. The littlest one was on my lap and the bigger sister just came and wrapped her arms around the both of us. I don't really know what a family is yet because I'm young but right there was a perfect picture and they weren't even my children.
          The 2nd thing that happened today was amazing! We got a new, Hispanic girl Friday night so I only saw her at movie and bed time. Today she just opened up to me. She showed me a "T" that she had drawn and she said, kid you not, "This is the cross Jesus died on." I asked her, "Can you draw Jesus?" and she said, "No" and asked me to so I did. This was out of the blue. I left the room for a little bit to go tell a co-worker and I went back and I asked, "Do you know why Jesus died on the cross for you?" She answered, "For all the bad children." I was said, "You are so right!" God moment!
           The 3rd thing that happened today was at bedtime. I was rocking one of my little girls and she was looking up at the celing like she was looking at something and I asked, "What are you thinking?" because I do the same thing when I am seriously thinking about something strangely enough. She said, "I miss my daddy." and I asked her "do you know where your daddy is?" She answered, "In Heaven." I just sensed a want in her after seeing her look up of wanting to know what Heaven was like and we talked about reading the Bible together this week. She even talked about how she laid flowers on her daddy's grave and someone "took" them away. This is a 5 year old ya'll. She shouldn't have to go through this but she is. None of these children should be going through what they are but they are. They are clinging onto something so bad though even they they might not know who He really is just yet. It is the prefect age and time to tell them about Him.
           The 4th thing that happened was at bedtime too with my little, Hispanic girl. I was rocking her and I wanted a hug so bad because she reminded me of the children I see in Guatemala. Just looking at her face was enough to remind. Before, I went to lay her down in bed, I asked if I could have a hug. This is the same little girl that told me her picture was the cross of Jesus. She said, "yes" and I kid you not for those of who you know me personally, I hugged (aka smashed) her like nothing and I didn't want to let go at all. It brought me back to Guatemala. That is when I really started to cry (good) about the day.
           Where is our Faith as little children not just any little children but these little children that have been abused and negetled? Sadly do we need to have that happen to us to really see God for who He really is? In a sense, we really were but we fall and forget more often then we should. I don't know what is fully going on here yet these 2 girls but God is really writing some kind of story for me. Don't know how or what I should do with it just yet but it's coming. I know it is!