The Wednesday before Easter we had a hum-dinger of a tornado-filled storm pass through our area. Where we live this has NEVER happened before and we were caught off-guard. Unfortunately, we, along with thousands of people, lost power and running water. Ours came back on in the wee hours on Easter morning. Many are still waiting.
So much for having the laundry all caught up before baby's arrival, huh?! Oh well, it was quite the adventure for us, and made us oh-so-thankful to have not been severely affected--our lives and home were untouched. That's the most important thing, not little inconveniences for a few days.
However, the story gets SO much better. God always seems to find a way to be glorified in the midst of the storm and this definitely rang loud and clear in my ears that Wed. night. When we lost power our 2 year old ball of energy, Ethan, wasn't to thrilled about being stuck in the dark and surrounded by all those stormy sounds. Clara wasn't real happy about it either. As I was lighting candles and reassuring them that everything was ok, I was quick to point out something that we often go over in Sunday School: We don't have to be afraid, because Jesus is always with us.
Our conversation went something like this:
Me-- Jesus takes good care of us.
Clara-- Yeah, but not the bad guys and police (think she meant robbers), they don't get to go to Heaven.
Me-- Actually, being good or bad doesn't have anything to do with going to Heaven. We all do bad things sometimes, but to go to Heaven we have to believe that Jesus is the only way that we can get there and ask Him to take us.
Clara-- I want to do that someday, because I want Jesus to take me to Heaven.
WOW!!! Inside my heart started to race and I thought, "Is she really ready to make this decision and accept Jesus?!" Of course, I quickly called Matt over and filled him in on what was going on. He took Clara aside while I took Ethan out of the picture so they could have a chat. How I wish I could have heard every word that was exchanged between daughter and daddy!
After a few minutes, Clara came to me with a big smile on her face and said that she wanted to tell me something. She happily told me that she had "prayed to Jesus that He would take her to Heaven someday". How that blessed my heart!
As soon as possible I talked to hubby and grilled him for all the details of what had happened. He assured me that he had explained everything thoroughly and that she understood that the only way she could get to Heaven was by Jesus and that she prayed on her own that Jesus would take her there.
Often since then she makes comments such as, how "full of joy" she is, because she knows that Jesus is going to take her to Heaven. Glory!
| Happy Mama and Clara--April 4, 2012 |







