Saturday evening, my five-year-old sat on the edge of my bed and prayed that Jesus' death on the cross would count for her. Simple. Profound. Beautiful. Sunday, I asked her if she was still saved. She said yes, then she said, "You have to make sure it stays in your brain so you don't get over it."
So I don't settle into an attitude of comfortable entitlement.
So I don't get so clouded by the mundane you lose sight of the eternal.
So my joy isn't bled dry by daily frustrations.
So I don't forget how deeply, intensely, passionately loved I am.
Have we, have you, have I gotten over our salvation?
Maybe we haven't made sure it stayed in our brain.
God loved us…
