Read me the Bible

Last night, you said, "Mama, can you read me the Bible?"

Tonight, I entered your room to see you sitting on your pillow talking and reading your new little gideon Bible. This Bible is red. It has pictures of people on it. But inside there are only words.

After I got you into your pjs. We sat between the two white beds. I pointed to the map at the back. I showed you the Mediterranean sea. Then we looked at the map of Jerusalem. I showed you the walls of Jerusalem.

Then you turned to the front of the Bible and instructed me to read.

I really didn't know where to start. I didn't think much would make sense to you.

I was wrong.

I started by naming the books of the Bible. "These are books of the Bible," as I flipped through, "Matthew... Mark... Luke..."

You tapped the book and said, "Luke! read Luke."

So I started in Luke 2. Something familiar... Jesus' birth. I read... and then I read some more...

As I read, I paused a bit, as if waiting for you to interrupt me. But you didn't! You asked, "what is Holy Ground?" that was from a few days ago...

I read some more. I skipped parts about casting out demons, I skipped the genealogy, but I read most of Luke 2, 3 and 4! Those are long chapters!

If it weren't for the time, I could have read more to you.

As I shut the Bible, I asked, "Why are you so interested in the Bible?"

You answered, "Because it's about God."

How I need to repent and not assume that a child cannot understand words.