a day to remember

There are some days that I remember more vividly than others.  I remember the day that each of my kids were born.  The unexplainable joy and awe that I experienced with each birth is forever mine to recall.  The hours of anticipation, laboring, and holding afterward enhance the memory of those days.  I also remember the Wednesday of the first week that Jason was in the hospital.  It was the darkest.  That was the day that I thought God had given me too much.  Of course He hadn't.  Each person I saw and conversations I had (both medical and spiritual) are locked in my mind as part of my sanctification process was unfolding that day.  Many days are blips and blurs in the space of time that my life occupies, but today was one of those days that I think will stand out among others.

Today is one of those special days that I know I'll always remember.  We believe that today Ella came to faith in Christ.  We have had ongoing conversations with her about salvation for probably 2 years.  Although Ella loves to talk about God she hasn't really seemed to understand. Last week Ella and I had a long talk about the Gospel and placing our trust in Christ's work. I thought she understood and she seemed to be personalizing it more than in the past.  I closed our conversation then by saying that we would keep talking about this and she could talk to me or daddy whenever she wanted to.  So, today Ella said to me, "mommy, I just prayed to God to be a Christian".  I grabbed Jason from the other room and we spent some time with her.  We made sure she understood that it wasn't about the words of a prayer.  We had a sweet time with her.  Simple child-like faith is beautiful.  

Ella was born on a Saturday 6 years ago (March 26).  Her birth was announced to our church family on Easter Sunday.  I thought that was pretty special.  As I celebrate the resurrection of Christ tomorrow I'm rejoicing that the One who conquered death has called my child to an intimate relationship with Himself.