Last night I put Zachariah to bed... for a second time. He claimed that he had a bad dream about a monster. I knew that he hadn't even fallen asleep yet.. he had been playing. But I suspect that he didn't try to sleep because of an early "scary monster" dream.
So I told him that mommy couldn't take the monster dreams away... only Jesus
could..and that we needed to pray.
So I did.
The first thing he says when he wakes up this morning...
"I didn't have a monster dream! Jesus took the monster away!! I won't be afraid in my room anymore!"
Then we talked about how faithful and good Jesus is.
“Let the children come to me; do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of God. Truly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God like a child shall not enter it.”
I have a meeting with a few ladies from my church this afternoon about some things we'd like to start at our church. I'm so excited.. I know they are too. I pray the Lord will work in awesome ways.
And on a non-God note. I am thinking about changing Kate's name to "olive"... I can't help that she looks like an "olive".