Having just finished cleaning off the back porch, I sat in the afternoon sun and listened to my gospel music. My youngest came out to join me. After a kiss and a hug, he sat on my lap as I sang along to the melody. I told him he should raise his little arms up like he was giving God a hug too. And so he scrambled down off of my lap and stood in front of me.
His precious hands and face to God, he swayed back and forth to the praise music. It was such a lovely sight to behold. Suddenly, he dropped his hands and opened his eyes. He look at me with a shocked expression on his face, as he exclaimed – “I can feel God…I can’t see Him, but I can FEEL Him!”
A week later, our three-year-old is still telling people that he felt God. Amazing.
