We're leaving to walk to the playground after lunch, and on the pond just outside our hotel room Will, Ben and I notice two beautiful white swans.
"Mommy, look! Wow!" We all stand transfixed on the bridge, staring at the graceful creatures - the first time the boys have seen swans in real life.
As we continue walking down the path to the playground, Will is quiet for a couple minutes, looking around at everything.
A minute later, he gives a little happy skip and says, without preamble, "Jesus, I love all the things that you have made!"
I nearly teared up. I do actually do that a lot, talk to Jesus out loud in front of my boys, usually pleading for patience or wisdom or help, but sometimes commenting on nature or thanking Him for something... This was the first time I've ever heard Will do that himself, and hearing Him speak to Jesus so naturally and exuberantly, as though He were right there with us, jolted me into the presence of Jesus right then like an electric shock.
You know, He actually is here with us. This very moment.
I'm so grateful for my five-year-old's eyes of faith.
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