Thursday Thought

"Mommy, I had a dream last night that somebody loved me," my five year old said to me this morning, an impish smile playing at her lips.

"Oh, really?" I answered as I poured her cereal. "Who was it?"

"God, you and daddy!" she answered proudly. She thought about it for a moment. "So does that mean my dream came true?"

I smiled at her. "Absolutely," I responded.

I love seeing life through my children's eyes-- the innocent reminders they give me, unknowingly communicating such deep spiritual reminders. This morning I was reminded that my dream came true. God loves me. Maybe you needed to hear that too.