Later, during lunch, he said he felt like he might cry because X isn't home. I encouraged him to pray for X whenever he experienced that sadness, thinking of his little brother. So he promptly prayed, "Dear Jesus, please do a miracle and make X come home right now!" I teased him, gasping and pointing under the dining room table, as if his prayer had immediately been answered. I mean, my faith level is rising, and I am learning to believe God for "more than all we ask or imagine", but umm...I wasn't really holding my breath on that one.
My daughter, age 3.5, saw X's photo on the computer screen and said, "Hi, brother. I love you." And earlier today I caught my son kissing and hugging his brother's recently-framed photos.
The kids thought it would be fun to draw pictures of X's referral pics.
|Son's drawing--he got a little aggressive with the red crayon|
|Daughter's drawing--she had a good bit of help from Mama (Or maybe I shouldn't tell you that since I'm not a great artist. I should just let you think my three-year-old has prodigious talent.)|