Sons who wake up to God in their room.

So I rolled over in bed my eyes aching to go back to the warmth of sleep.  I look out to see the sunrise turning the clouds into cotton candy pinks, “Jesus I just love to be with You…. I just love being with You.”  I briefly thought how odd my little prayer was worded, “with You“?

Then life got in the way.  I wondered if the older kids were feeling better.  They had been in bed for two days with buckets at the ready and a bowl of pretzels on their nightstands.  Was today going to be more of the same?

Bleary and needing tea I made my way towards all the excitement of a crowd who had just seen Him?

With the bright lights of the kitchen and the joy of seeing a King my sons went on and on about how Zim woke up to God.  How then he woke up his brother…”and Ash saw Him too.”  They told me of His eyes… “how they aren’t like ours…more squinty with bright lights”… how “His clothes are silver and switch to gold”…I stop these sons who awoke to a King.

“Get paper and draw everything you can…. do it in different rooms”

Ash hands me his, “Did you feel Jesus with you before you woke up? God sent Him to stand over you.”

Zim’s picture and narration

Ash’s picture and narration