Malachi

We were at the dentist office. Waiting. My life was pretty simple at the moment because Silas and Zion, the busy, mess-makers, were at home with Daddy. I was reading a book while Eden and Malachi sat on the floor playing with a couple boys. I wasn't paying much attention to their play when all of a sudden their conversation intruded into my book. Malachi, my bold, sometimes fierce, sometimes overwhelming 4-year-old, was proclaiming, "Jesus is even higher up than outerspace! He died on the cross for your sins and now he is alive and in heaven which is higher than the space shuttles can go!"

Just then the dental hygienist called our name and we left two curious boys looking on while we headed to the room. Oh that I could have the boldness of Malachi! Thank you, my precious son, for this testimony. Oh Father, please grant him that boldness all the days of his life.