Bedtime songs

Monday night as I put the girls to bed I sang,
Thank you for loving me
Thank you for loving me
Thank you for loving me
Thank you for loving me.

It was a very hectic bedtime, but they both got still at the song.
By the time I got to the next verse, Thank you for hearing me,
I got choked up and cried.
Gratitude.
Recognition that God is there.
Recognition that God is teaching my girls about himself.
Teaching me about himself.
Love.

As I sang the words, Tressa watched my mouth intently, and her mouth moved along with mine.
When I finished singing, Tressa said "Mama, you're dripping!"
I laughed.
We talked about Jesus and what to do if you're lost.
The 3 year old mind!
I had introduced the "Thank you for saving me" verse, by saying that if we are lost or need help Jesus will take care of us.
So, when the song was over, she wanted to know what to do if we're lost.

I told her that Jesus will always be with us and take care of us if we're lost.
"Yes, but what do we DO?" -- So much like her Mama!
I answered it literally, since that is how she thinks.
I asked her name, and her Dada's name and her address.
She knows our names, and does pretty well with our address.
She could probably get help and get home if lost.
I'll pray that she remembers Jesus part, too. I pray that will go deep.

Tuesday night I put the girls down separately.
When I put Eli in bed, I sang the Thank you song.
She sang right along with me. Toneless and loud, slurring the words.
Gorgeous. Heaven stopped to listen.
Then, she wanted to sing, "Diddle fiddle & cat"
So, we sang, "Hey Diddle Diddle," too.

When it was Tressa's turn to go to bed, we sang it again.
She watched closely and moved her mouth along.
I stroked her hair while I sang, and she watched to see if I would drip again.