My son Master Two (will be three next week) has been suffering with a temperature all day yesterday and it still rages as I write this morning. At about 12.30am he waddles out of bed to find me (ahem) finished blogging, and in his best voice with perfect manners he requests a drink of water.

I complimented him, as I handed him the cup of water, on his use of manners in spite of the late hour and his current state of health. Upon receipt of the water he said in his beautiful little two year old sick-y voice:

“I love Jesus.”


“Out of the mouths of babes and nursing infants You have perfected praise.” Matthew 21:16.

I know this moment was precious in His sight.