I just came from having the most remarkable conversation with Sean-Peter as I was putting him to bed. I'm not sure what was more poignant for me: the content of the conversation; or the fact that we were communicating in words in a way that simply was not possible just weeks ago, so far has his speech progressed.
We were finishing our prayer in the usual way, ".... we love you Jesus, Amen."
"Me. not. wuv. Jesus."
"You don't love Jesus?"
"Because. Jesus. far away. of me."
"Because Jesus is far away from you?"
"Yea." He sounds almost as surprised as I am that we're communicating as well as we are.
"Jesus will be in your heart if you ask Him to be."
"But. Jesus. can't see. in my heart." He's pointing at his chest like it's so obvious that someone coudn't see if they were inside there.
"Jesus is also up in heaven watching over everything."
"Watching. over. people?"
"Also. Jesus. far away. of my boo-boo." Aw, the crux of the matter. This boo-boo on his knee that he keeps scraping and re-scraping has been a source of serious consternation for the last 24 hours.
"We can pray to Jesus and ask Him to help your boo-boo to get better. Dear Jesus..."
"No! No! Me already prayed!"
"We can always pray again."
"No, me no want to."
"Are you still mad at Jesus?"
"Yea, a widdle bit."
"Do you love Him anyway?"
"No, not yet -- go sleep, mama." He's so tired his eyes are barely focused. Sweet dreams, little buddy. Jesus loves you anyway. And He probably got a kick out of this conversation at least as much as I did.
March 30, 2012
5 years ago