Jesus died in my head

I was standing in the kitchen, breakfast cooking in the skillet, earbud tucked in my ear, coffee brewing on the counter when Banshee walks in with her sleepy eyes and little voice and squeaks, “Jesus died in my head.”

Stop.

Remove earbud.

Look intently at her.

“Jesus died in your head. Do you mean you had a dream?”

“Yeah.” *crying*

I scoop her up and comfort her with a big hug while she squeezes me tightly with her little arms.

I say, “well, Jesus did die. He died on the cross, but He’s alive now.”

She calms a little.

“Remember Jesus died on the cross for our sins, was buried, then rose again on the third day. Do you know what that means?”

*shakes her head no*

“It means He beat satan. Jesus wins. He’s alive. And, because He died for our sins, it means we can live forever with Him. Isn’t Jesus awesome?”

*softly shakes her head*

I’ve written about unexpected moments before.

Gospel conversation doesn’t have to be a serious, Bible open, pamphlet about the Roman’s road on the kitchen table kind of conversation.

It’s meeting your kiddos with their questions, curiosities, and unknowns about God.

You just talk.

“Love the LORD your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength. These commandments that I give you today are to be upon your hearts. Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up. ”

Deuteronomy 6: 5-7
Emphasis, mine.

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