Monday, November 7, 2011

Tandaza Mama

We love being in the car together.

It's our time to sing, giggle, and take naps. (Lifa does all the napping.) Every morning, we pray on the way to preschool together. First me and then him.

For the first time since he's been back, I heard the little voice over the blaring worship music...

"Mama... Tandaza. Tandaza Mama."

"Mama... Pray. Pray Mama."

So I prayed. And then adjusted the rear-view mirror to watch his little eyes shut as tight as they could and hear his first whispered words... just like I do it... "Jesus...." A few minutes later, a resounding, "AMEN!"

I told Lifa how much Jesus loves when he talks to Him. And how much Jesus loves him.


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