Then we came home.
Natalie ran straight to her room, grabbed her guitar and went outside...and proceeded to have her own worship time on our back patio as the rest of us ate lasagna.
Really, what a moment as we watched Natalie worship so passionately, eyes closed, face pointing to the sky, singing, "You are beautiful, I love you" (no doubt trying to remember the song she sang in class, "...beautiful One I love..."). We all sat with tears in our eyes knowing she had Heaven's ear.
Then The (naked) Tornado buzzed through the kitchen, threatening to poop on the floor.
But wow! Still, a powerful and humbling moment. Our sweet, cute little 4 year old is taking it all in and soaking in it.
I want more time to soak.
A view from our kitchen window...


