Is I?

I find myself wanting to remember more of the simple and small moments of my day. As Lydia gets older, I see the baby and toddler years getting harder to recall. Some memories I don't mind forgetting- little sleep, blowouts, screaming and crying, etc. But other moments, I crave to experience again.

Sunday nights, I try to ask the kids what they learned in church. I love hearing what each of them learned in their individual classes. Lydia, attending nursery, typically shares what her snack was or what toy she played with.

This last Sunday, I did the same routine and started with Lydia. She had subs in nursery so I wasn't sure if a lesson was given. Lydia told me about who her teachers were and what kids were there. I asked her if she was a child of God, hoping to get her to say something spiritual. She looked right at me and asked, "Is I?"

Aside from her adorable but incorrect grammar phrase, I had the opportunity to testify to Lydia in 3-year-old terms that yes, she was a child of God. I sing "I am a Child of God" to her every night, followed by "I Love to See the Temple." My prayer is that those words help her know who she is and where she can go for peace.

I've had times where I also ask, "Is I" (just a little more grammatically correct) to the question of am I a child of God. I am grateful to have that knowledge for myself and that I can share that knowledge with my children.