Nena

 

 This is Nena. Tonight, while I was singing at our worship service, she looked at me and said, "If you don't know the words, don't sing the song." I then replied, "I'm not singing for you to hear me. I'm singing for God, and He doesn't care if I know one word or all the words."

Later on, they called on me to say the closing prayer. I was praying in Spanish, which means I had a limited vocabulary to work with. Case in point, it wasn't the longest prayer I've ever prayed. Afterward, Nena came up to me and said, "What a short prayer...only five words!" I then grabbed her into a big hug and said, "God doesn't care if I say five words or 100 words. He's knows what I meant in my heart, He just wants me to talk to Him. And you know what? I can talk to Him out loud or just in my mind and heart; He hears me just the same."

To that she asked, "God can hear what I'm thinking even if I don't say it out loud?"

I then pulled her up onto my lap and began to tell her truth after truth about my Sweet Jesus. I told her He knows it all, every hair on her head, every tooth in her mouth, every bone in her body, every time she feels tired, every time she feels happy, every time she's sad in her heart, etc., etc. 

We then talked about sin. "Un pecado es una cosa mala que hicimos (A sin is a bad thing that we do)." We talked about sins keeping us distant from God, but that He sent His son, Jesus, to die on the cross and come back to life so that we could be in relation with Him, so that we could be "los mejor amigos (the best friends)."

I let her know that I have a realtionship with Jesus, and she could have one too if she wanted; all she had to do was ask Him. I then said, "What do you think about that?" to which she responded as such:

 

(This was taken at school and our conversation was at home, but you get the idea.) 

She gets a bit shy sometimes, so I told her to just think about it when she's got some time to herself. I also let her know if she wants to talk about it, I'm here. Pastor too, and Heather, and Marta, etc., etc. I hugged her, watched her run off to her room, and thought to myself, "If nothing else, this moment is exactly why I'm here." 

If you know what I'm talking about when I'm talking about being best friends w/ Jesus, please pray that Nena will also one day know. 

If you don't, know that if you want to talk about it, I'm here.