Saturday night 7:41pm Moriah breathes in big and exclaims with excitement only an animated preschooler can convey:
YAY MOM!!!! It's getting DARK!! We've got to go to bed so we can go to church tomorrow!!!!!!!
I respond, dumbfounded. Wow. She WANTS to go to bed. She's preparing her sweet little heart. This sends me into contemplation. Do I spend Saturday night excited about worship tomorrow? Do I anticipate what God will speak to me? Is my heart ready and EXCITED about singing and praising Jesus with my family of believers and learning more about my Father in heaven who loves me?
