Hey, something's sinking in!

Tonight, when I asked Miles to please go upstairs and try to find his pajamas top, he said he couldn't (he didn't try). Then he said, "If I ask Jesus, he will help me." He clarified, "Jesus is going to help me find my PJs top." We said a little prayer, and sure enough, Jesus helped him find his PJs top (in the pajamas drawer right where it was supposed to be, thank goodness).

Rehashing the PJ-finding event afterward, Miles reiterated that this morning at church, "We had a good worship, didn't we Mama? I like to sing to Jesus." (Not that he ever actually sings at worship, but rather just stares at the drummer and drums along.) And then he said "Yeah, he's a good Jesus, isn't he?"

Yeah, he is a good Jesus.