Purple Shirt Night
My girl goes to something called Kids Clubs at a local church every Tuesday night. It's sort of like scouting, only faith-based...specifically, Christian. You know, because we're friends with Jesus, n'at. The two year-olds are all in a class together (God BLESS those teachers!), and they all wear purple shirts.
So of course she calls it "Purple Shirt Night".
Today on the way home, we had this conversation:
I: Mommy, I worshipped with my Purple Shirt Night friends tonight!
Me: You worshipped?
I: Yes! I did!
Me: Do you know what worshipping is?
I: Yes! When you worship, you sing to Jesus. He is the light!
Sweet mercy, I think right then and there I got butterflies in my stomach and a lump in my throat, and for a moment I realized
despite all the chaos
the major fail moments [and boy are those abundant]
we're doing something right.
And it's really a good thing, too, because with a cutie who looks this comfortable on the back of a motorcycle at 2 years-old, we're gonna have to keep that girl covered in all KINDS of prayer.
Can I get an amen?