While witnessing to two young ladies at the foot of three crosses (long story), my three children watched from the car. After the encounter, I returned to find Mia, Caden, and Alyssa waiting patiently. We made it home and completed our bedtime routine. As usual, I was praying with my three year old before I turned out the lights. I prayed that she would grow up to be a Christian. As soon as I had finished praying, Alyssa looked at me and said, "Dad, I will be a Christian when I grow up. I will. Really!" I then replied, "What do you have to do to be a Christian?" Without hesitation she told me that she had to believe in Jesus. I asked, "Do you believe in Jesus?" "Yes!" I then asked, "Does that mean that you are a Christian!" "Yes!" Suddenly, my seven year old peaks her head out of the covers to inform Alyssa that she is not a Christian. Mia has consistently claimed that she is not a believer for most of her life.
Me: Mia, are you a Christian?
Me: Really! When did this happen?
Mia: I don't know. I don't remember.
Me: How do you know that you are a Christian?
Mia: Because I believe in Jesus.
Me: What does that mean?
Mia: He died for my sins.
I believe that Mia is trusting in Christ. I have never met a seven year old who shows so much fruit, and it has nothing to do with her parents. She loves God's word, she enjoys witnessing with her dad, prayer is a daily part of her life, and sin grieves her. I've just never heard her confess Christ until tonight. After I had turned out the lights and they were all in bed, I began to reflect on today's encounter. When I came home, I was under the impression that I had just shared with two young ladies at the foot of the cross. It turns out that I was witnessing to a seven year old watching from the car.