My daughters have these crayons you can write on the windows with. I was walking through the kitchen the other night and saw this drawing that my middle daughter had made. I mentioned it to my wife. Turns out the message and the content was all hers; she’d done it all by herself with no prompting.
“I love the things that God makes.”
A simple picture from a little girl. But it speaks to something deeper. It speaks to process. It speaks to synthesis. It speaks to passages of Scripture and biblical concepts taken in and dealt with, and returned as something personal.
I love when we as parents get to see God becoming more real and personal for our children.
I love when what we see coming out of them shows that what went in has been dealt with, chewed on, and ultimately, hidden by the Spirit in their hearts.