"i want Jesus, Mommy!"

once again, my two-year-old had taught me an important lesson.  

ava has recently fallen in love with praying to Jesus. it started with bedtime prayers. i would put her in bed, we would sing a couple songs and read a book or two, then say our prayers. it has recently turned into a slight obsession. at any given moment, without caring where we are or what we are doing, she will clasp her tiny hands together, close her eyes and exclaim at the tops of her lungs, "i want Jesus, Mommy!", to which i must do the same and proceed to pray for every single person we know. (and she will let me know if i forget someone!)  i, or course, think it's absolutely precious.  although yesterday's spontaneous prayer session occurred while i was driving. i tried to explain to ava that mom couldn't clasp her hands together and close her eyes to pray because she was driving. of course, being a two-year-old she didn't understand this. and as a determined two-year-old, she was upset about it!  so she proceeded to scream, "i want Jesus, Mommy! i want Jesus, Mommy!" while waving her tightly clasped hands at me in the rearview mirror. we were less than a mile from home at this point so i let her cry the rest of the way and we then prayed as soon as the car stopped. she was then satisfied and happy that she had prayed for everyone she knew. 

now obviously i realize that i can talk to God with my eyes open while i'm driving. (it just happens to be unacceptable to my two-year-old!) but this little prayer fiasco made me think. how often do i let everyday life get in the way of my communication with God? and how often do i get truly upset when i haven't had enough time in His presence? how often am i willing to drop everything and pray at the very moment the Spirit leads me, regardless of what i am doing?  to all of these, i would answer: not often enough.

just a humbling little lesson from ava.