The girls and I were just painting some upcoming birthday presents and we were chatting and painting together. I squirted Melody some black paint on her plate and it shaped itself into a heart. Melody told me to look at the black heart. Then she said, “I have a black heart.” I looked at her and told her that she didn’t have a black heart. But then she looked at me very seriously and assured me that she did. She said, “Yes, I do have a black heart because I haven’t ever been bath-a-tized.”
She’s been asking a lot of questions lately about having a clean heart. I think it will be very soon that she asks Jesus into her heart. It’s so exciting!