From the Mouths of Babes

Trent's (paternal) grandmother has not been while for awhile. In January she finally went to the doctor and they found a large hard tumor in her throat. She could not swallow any food or liquid by the next weekend. They decided to put in a feeding tube at the end of January. Two weekends ago she was feeling pretty well so Trent and I took the girls to see Granny and Pappy. Granny has trouble talking because it hurts her throat, but she did say a couple of things and was very pleased to hear Anne say Psalm 23. We had a nice visit with them and I was so thankful that we were able to go, tell Granny and Pappy in person that we are expecting again, and just visit for a little while. Granny even laughed a couple of times, and looked as though she was really enjoying watching the little girls play together.
This past weekend things went downhill very rapidly. Granny was having quite a bit a of nausea, and then was vomiting quite a bit. Friday the decision was made to call hospice to come to the house to check on her. This was done, and when the nurse checked the feeding tube she saw that it had become dislodged and recommended that she see a physician as soon as possible. She was taken to Hospice by ambulance, and Pappy rode with her. Trent's dad and aunt followed behind in the car. She was told she could get the feeding tube put back in or she could choose not to. Granny chose to have it put back in but when she was taken to the hospital the physician said there was nothing wrong with it. There was some confusion and frustration, however, many of us feel that this is really near the end for Grandma. She is 85 years old.
In order to prepare Annie for the death of her great-grandmother (Granny), I was reading her the story of Jesus' death and Resurrection from her little Bible. She was really into it, and we were talking about how it was really sad that Jesus had to die, but he did it because he loves us and wants to see us in heaven. And I was explaining that if we tell Jesus we are sorry for our sins and ask him to come into our hearts that he will never leave us and we will get to go to heaven when we die. And while we are still alive we can be Jesus' friend.
I had said to her something like, "Isn't that so great that Jesus did that for us?"
And my little 2-year-old said, "Yeah, and when I go to heaven Jesus will hold me in his arms and I'll hug him!"
I had tears in my eyes as I saw the love that this little one is starting to have for Jesus. She is starting to "get it" and beginning to understand the awesomeness of our Jesus.
Later we had a friend and her children over for lunch. Halfway through lunch Annie said, "Heather, guess what? I love Jesus!" Again, I had tears in my eyes as this dear child is sharing her love of Jesus with everyone she knows. What a great challenge that was for me! My 2 year-old is beginning to share the gospel! Who am I sharing the love of Jesus with??
I hope you all enjoy that story as much as I do and were encouraged by it!