A couple of days ago I was driving in the car with the girls. We have been listening to this awesome praise cd our church released and we all sing to it. Both girls love the hallelujahs and specifically ask for those songs to be played. It's amazing how they know the words and tunes better than I do.
I can't remember how the conversation came up but Abby started asking me questions about what happens when you die and where do you go. Immediate joy came to my heart and I took full advantage of the opportunity to explain to her about heaven and how you get there. I was amazed by the questions she was asking and how much she remembered from Sunday school class and VBS.
At the end of our conversation I asked her if she would like to ask Jesus into her heart, so she could spend eternity in heaven. She paused and shook her head no. I was pleased with her response because I know that it is all in God's timing when and if He will bring her full understanding of who He is. It's not something I can do for her. She has to ask God for forgiveness on her own. She has to want for Him to take control of her life and make her a new person. I want that for my children more than anything in this life, but I can't make it happen. I can only pray and that's exactly what I did, out loud for Abby to hear.
I guess this story hits so close to home for me because that's how my decision to invite Jesus into my life happened. I was about the same age as Abby (maybe a little older) and I was asking questions in the car.