God . . .

When Lia goes to bed at night she usually sings or can be heard talking to her animals that line the side of her bed. It's so sweet to hear her from the living room--her raspy voice singing sweet songs and discussing the day with her pig and puppy. Two nights ago as she went to bed we heard something very different--it went like this:

"God, will you talk to me. God . . . talk to me! God will you read me this book. God . . . "

When she woke up Saturday morning her first words to Todd were, "Daddy, God didn't talk to me last night."

Todd then talked to her about how God might speak to her. I'm not sure if it really helped because she just kept saying, "God didn't talk."

What a beautiful, simple and yet profound longing--to hear God speak to our hearts.