Liezl, the girls and I settle down nightly for family devotions. Family devotions looks like this for us for now: after eating, the brushing of teeth and the PJ parade we go and sit down in Kathryn’s room, read the Bible and pray before bed.
A few nights ago we read Luke 1 verses 1 – 4:
After reading Kaitlyn, our 5 year old, can ask a question. If she asks a good question I know she was listening. If she asks a bad question I sigh inside and hope that tomorrow night will be better. I do a lot of sighing.
Next is Liezl who comments on something, asks something or more often than not throws me a curve ball that not even Augustine of Hippo or John Calvin on their best of days could answer. I get left with a lot of homework.
Last is Kathryn. She’s three. I ask her a question, nothing too difficult, just to make sure she was in the room. My expectation is not high. She’s three after all. The right question tonight would have been, “Who wrote the book we’re reading sweetie?” The expected answer would have been, “Luke.” But, instead, I asked without thinking, “Who was the recipient of the letter young lady?”
The answer was immediate and said with such confidence that it nearly bowled Liezl and me over.
“It’s obvious daddy… uncle Luke wrote the letter to uncle It’s obvious.” Liezl and I giggled and Kaitlyn and Kathryn joined in without understanding, but the point was made, Kathryn had been listening to Luke 1, verse 1 – 4.
Given enough patience, love and time Kathryn will learn how to say “Theophilus” but until then I’ll continue to read at night, ask her questions and start to place a higher expectation on her answers.