Can't turn my back for 30 seconds. Jackson sure keeps me on my toes! Yesterday I was trying to get the boys out the door for some open gym time with friends at Jamestown. (It snowed yesterday. Ugh.) So, there's always just a little chaos with getting kids out the door. I was distracted for just a bit and Jackson managed to get in trouble in the bathroom. I found him busy unraveling a toilet paper roll into the toilet. The bowl was filled, but thankfully I caught him before he tried to flush!
He almost made up for it tonight at supper by saying, totally unprompted, "Thank you [for the] broccoli, Mommy. Best mom EVER!" Melt my heart.
Also, tonight at supper we were having a good spiritual conversation. That's one really neat thing about the boys getting older - I love having good talks with them. It's so exciting to see what questions they come up with, what observations they make, and what they remember from previous conversations/lessons at church or school/etc. Mike had a good talk with them earlier this afternoon and he was retelling it to me at supper. They each shared about when they had accepted Jesus as their Savior, something Caleb and Logan have said they did before but hadn't really mentioned when. Caleb says it was around Christmastime, prompted by something he heard in church. Logan says it was quite awhile ago when I was helping him with his Word of Life devotions. Then they were saying that Levi did just a few mornings ago when he was with them. We were very excited and talked about how neat that was. Our conversation continued and after a little while I could see Levi was upset about something. I took him away from the table and asked if he wanted to talk about it. He said he did, which just that alone is pretty huge. When he's upset he totally shuts down and you can't get any response out of him whatsoever. I took him in our room and wondered if he would actually open up to me, and he did!! He was crying and said to me, "I didn't TOTALLY ask Jesus in me heart!" I asked if he wanted to pray about it to make sure, and he did, and I asked if he'd be okay repeating after me, and he was - another HUGE thing because when he was really little he would pray out loud, but a few years ago he stopped and absolutely refused. So he repeated a simple prayer (so thankful for the simplicity of the Gospel!) and then he felt much better. Of course, inside I was freaking out. This parenting thing is exhausting! :)
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