The other day I was putting some salt on my scrambled eggs for breakfast, and Peyton asked for some on his as well. Not being too much of a salt fan, and not usually doing it myself I started to tell him no. He asked why and I proceeded to tell him that it was bad for his heart.
He told me that he didn't have a heart anymore and that it was missing, all while pointing to his stomach. I redirected his finger to the acurate location of his heart and reassured him that it was there!
"My heart is missing, Mommy."
"Where is your heart Peyton?"
"Jesus took it and I'm NOT getting it back!"
He was so matter of fact that Jesus really had taken his heart. I am so impressed by the way that his child mind has taken the concept of asking Jesus into your heart and having Him live in your heart, that he just figured God took it out.
This whole conversation has me wanting to be more like Peyton. I want to give my whole heart to Jesus! Take it Jesus! It's yours...all yours!
It makes me think of the passage in Matthew 18:1-6:
At that time the disciples came to Jesus and asked, "Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?" He called a little child and had him stand among them. And he said: "I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven."And whoever welcomes a little child like this in my name welcomes me. 6But if anyone causes one of these little ones who believe in me to sin, it would be better for him to have a large millstone hung around his neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea.
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