"Really?" I asked. "What do you think about Jesus?"
"I can jest always see his face in my mind. And when I do sumping wrong, he grumps. But if I do sumping right, he's smiling."
And then my heart melted. Sophia is certainly my most difficult child as far as obedience is concerned. Strong-willed is not even a strong enough description for her on most days. We are constantly talking about obedience and choosing the right with her, and I know she gets it. She just struggles between choosing what she really wants to do (play in the mud even though I told her not to) and what she really should do (play on the deck or, at the very least, wear her rainboots in the yard).
Surely Henry Wadsworth Longfellow had Sophia in mind when he wrote the words
There was a little girl
Who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead.
And when she was good
She was very, very good
But when she was bad, she was horrid.
But then she says things like this, and I realize she understands more than I could ever imagine. It wasn't so long ago that she left the arms of her Savior to come to earth to be both a trial and a blessing to her mother. She knows how to choose the right, and she knows that Jesus smiles when she does.
(And not just while she is sleeping, either.)(In my bed no less!)(with crackers to boot.)