Led By a Little Child

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LOVE YOU JESUS

KING OF MY HEART

This morning as I picked up my journal, a bit of paper fell from between the pages. Bending to pick it up, I recognized it as a note, a prayer really, written several years ago by one of my kids. It's just one of those simple notes children write in their spare time, usually inspired by the sanctity of a brand new notebook. But, composed by chubby hands with a kissable dimple at the base of every finger, it was precious to me and so I kept it.
Today the note evoked a different feeling. Instead of maternal pride, there was humility. I was reminded that the Father knows the deepest thoughts of my heart; He understands the things I long to say even when the words refuse to come.

This morning I was brought to worship at the Throne of grace. And a little child led me there.