The heart of a child

Today was one of those hectic afternoons where you wish you could be in 3 different places at once. Or at least have a sister wife that could help with the driving around. And just when I was getting kind of frustrated with driving all over creation, Miss A goes and puts everything into perspective for me.

We were driving down the interstate and came upon horrible traffic due to a pretty bad accident. Fire trucks and ambulances were flying by and I asked A if she wanted to say a little prayer for the people involved.

I said "dear Jesus, please be with the people that were in the car accident." and then I hear her sweet voice from the backseat "and please send someone to hold their hand."

Once I wiped the tears from my eyes, I told her that that was a very sweet thing to say. She responded with "momma, when I am scared I want someone to hold my hand. They might want that also." I told her that that was probably Jesus's favorite thing he heard all day.

Her heart is so pure and sweet and I hope it stays that way for as long as possible.