We were driving to a friend's house. I had a restless night's sleep the night before, only to be woken up when I finally did manage to settle my mind and go to sleep, by Courageous Boy Warrior who needed a cuddle after having had a nightmare. I said to the boys, "Mummy is going to praise Jesus now," and I turned up the Hillsong cd I had playing in the car. As I drove along, I sang loudly, determined that my tiredness would not dictate my day. I wanted to lift my weary body by focusing on Him.
As he usually does, Leader Boy Warrior joined me in singing praises to our King. After a few songs, I turned and looked at Leader Boy Warrior who was sitting in the seat beside me. He had tears in his eyes. When the song had ended he said, "I couldn't stop myself from crying during that song," looking at me perplexed. I leaned over and touched him saying, "That's just the Holy Spirit touching your heart my love, telling you how much He loves you."
Courageous Boy Warrior listening in the back seat thinks for a moment and said, "Mum. I can feel Him touching my heart too."
Still taking lessons from the King,