We snuggled up together in his cowboy sheets, a world all our own, my cheek next to his...big green eyes sparkling at me, blond hair tickling my face as it shone in his little nightlight, impish grin on his face. Parker is a huge snuggler and he and I both love our special time in that bunkbed way up high. Oh how I love my quirky little guy who loves to be called "Spuz, Super-Duper Robot Guy or Mr. Eyeball Man." I love that he pretends to have robot hands, that he can explain exactly how electricity is made and takes the long(descriptive) way to say everything (his milk has been "cold, big , fresh, pink milk" for years...).
This night he looked up at me when I asked what he wanted to pray for and he said, "Mama, pray for me not to do bad things, pray for Satan to go away" Parker has been gifted with an incredibly tender heart and it crushes him if he hurts someone in any way. He had accidentally hit a friend that day and even though we had talked about it, he was still feeling bad. So, I held him closer and whispered him how proud of him and how God had given him such a beautiful kind heart.
Then my little boy, his pillow surrounded by his lego creations, said, "Mama tell me more about Jesus and Satan. Tell me again the story of Jesus." So I told him again, the story he knows so well of how Jesus was God's son, how He came to earth and died for our sins, how He rose again...how His death can bring forgiveness We talked about how someday, when/if he was ready he could pray and give his life to Jesus.
Well, my little guy, sippy cup in his mouth looked at me with those big eyes and nodded and whispered "right now". I made sure that he understood what he was doing and he nodded again...and he prayed. He closed his eyes and I watched as my golden haired boy prayed, telling God that he loved Him, that He wanted to "join His team" and that he was sorry and accepted forgiveness for his sins...my little guy prayed to accept Jesus!
When he was done his little face beamed with joy and he whispered, "go get Daddy!" and all three of us squished together in that bunkbed way up high and celebrated all that God has planned for our little golden-haired boy. And Parker just beamed...and hasn't stopped since. I can tell a difference in him, a confindence, a joy that is deeper than before.
In my Memorial Box I am placing a little cross made out of legos so that I never forget this precious day!!!!!
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