I realized that Essie had been having a low point in the day and that along with her faithful blankie and sucking her little finger, she was seeking comfort in the scriptures. This was mind blowing for me and my knees actually began to feel a bit weak as I humbly realized that God was encouraging me and specifically answering my discouraged prayers from earlier that morning.
I asked "Whatcha doin Essie?"
"I'm readin my Bible....just like a Momma"
"Oh...(gulp)...that's really wise Essie. And what are you reading?"
"Oh, lots of good pawts."
"So what does it say?"
"The people said 'We thought God is not real, but HE IS!' "
"I need your yellow mawker Mom."
"Oh. Okay. Why?"
"To make the best pawts look the most pwetty"
My morning prayers had everything to do with the enormity of my weakness and the ways I feel I fail my children. I prayed for the strength to teach them all the things I need to teach them and was reminded in one knee buckling moment that it was my weakness and need for a Savior that taught them the greatest things.