It Was One of Those Moments

I just had one of those moments. You know, the "this is what I live for" kind of moments. The kind where I need a Kleenex. The kind where you know that every Bible story you told your kid, and every time you apologized to them for not conveying the image of Christ and every time you deciphered scripture with them was all worthwhile.

Scarlett was helping me do my reading and journaling for the School of Ministry class I am taking. We were reading John 13-17 and telling each other what the Holy Spirit was highlighting to us in the Scriptures. We read about Jesus telling the disciples that there was room for all in the kingdom and that we shouldn't' be surprised when the world hates us, because they also hated Jesus.

It was neat, noticing all the evangelistic scriptures that seem to jump off the page to Scarlett. I smiled that knowing Mommy smile because missions is clearly in His plan for her.

Toward the end of our reading, she told me that she really liked it when Jesus, while praying to the Father, talked about the mission that the disciples had. I asked Scarlett what her mission was.

"Mom, you know already," she said smiling.

"Well, say it anyway," I replied, expecting her to give me a good old eleven-year-old response about telling everybody about Jesus. But she surprised me by her use of context and the conviction in her voice.

She looked at me both with seriousness and joy and said, "Mom, I'm supposed to tell everybody that there is room."

It may seem like a small statement to some, but, to me, this made it all worthwhile.