Wow, this is my very first post from the mountains! I cannot believe just how out of touch I have let myself get. We’ve been in Red River for a month and a half, and really, it feels like so much longer. It has been a long period of readjustment for the Valente family, mostly because we’ve been sick, sick, sick. Our apartment is small for six people, and when one of us catches something, we’re sure to all get it eventually. Papa Bear has even missed a day and a half of work, which is very stressful with our budget. I’ve gone back to freelance writing, but had to quit my first steady job because it required over forty hours a week. I just couldn’t seem to squeeze in everything I need to do on a daily basis, plus that many hours of “extra”. We were disappointed, because the additional income would have been helpful; although, it now looks like something better is opening next week (Praise the Lord!).
So, why am I whining to you about all of this? With four toddlers sick at one time, I have spent quite a few mornings, as of late, in a state of tearfulness. However, this mornings’ tears were a wonderful, and welcomed, release. I’d like to share them with you.
Most of my children are morning people, but there was something extra special about this morning. Tiny Dancer sprinted down the hallway, into the living room, where I had just finished vacuuming last night’s popcorn mess, and reheating a day-old cup of coffee. She looked at me and yelled, “Jesus loves ME!” I smiled through my coffee, “Yes, He sure does Sweetie.” Then, she jumped up on our bed (which doubles as the living-room couch), and for the next five minutes continued to rejoice in the love of her Savior. “Jesus love me. Jesus loves me. Jesus loves ME, yea, Jesus love me!”
I cried because of the sweet evidence that our faith is being imparted to our children. I cried because I knew I hadn’t taught her to repeat that line, except by occasionally singing her to sleep with a chorus of Jesus Loves Me. But most of all, I cried because my barely two-and-a-half year old daughter realizes a truth that, when life gets hard, I so often forget. And, she not only knows it, it makes her jump for joy!
Do you know what Tiny Dancer knows? Jesus loves you, too!