The other day, my nine-year-old daughter leaned across the breakfast table with a twinkle in her eye.
“Hey, Mom,” she whispered. “Last night, while I was listening to music in my room, I…well..I kinda’ think I asked Jesus into my heart!”
I did what any parent would do.
I fist-bumped her and exclaimed, “Boom! My work here is done! Now, let’s move on to some more pressing goals like mastering your jump-shot or hitting the high note in your solo.”
Did I really do that? Nah. I walked around the table, put my arms around her and thanked Jesus for drawing her to himself and prayed for the adventure ahead.
But I gotta be honest. Even as I prayed for her, there was a discontent in me.
As parent and shepherd of this beautiful little girl, what do I do with this marker in her life?