My five-year-old daughter summed it up today in an exasperated statement, while crying in my arms. She was “mad at herself” for being unkind to her sisters. In one profound moment she described the fundamental human condition:
“Everyday, I try to be good… but I’m just not.”
“Me too,” I said. Then I explained the Gospel in very five-year-old language, at which time she got up and asked for a snack. Great.
But tonight as I was putting her to bed, she asked me to pray. So, I started saying the usual-type prayers: Sweet dreams, protective angels, God’s blessing on our friends and family. She piped up, “Mom, make sure you pray for Jesus to help me be good.”
To which I said, “Well, if you want that, then you’ll have to pray it. Would you like to repeat after me?” And she did.
So my prayer tonight is that the salvation that Jesus offers to imperfect humans would take hold in her heart, and that her childlike expression of faith would bear much fruit for Him.