Kimmie: "Little Lord Jesus sleep hay, reindeer bright nose . . ."
Hmmm.
I wonder if she realizes that Santa Claus and Rudolph are not in the Bible?
--Mom
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Showing posts with label Jesus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jesus. Show all posts
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Thursday, April 14, 2011
Tonight
Tonight, out of the blue, Kimmie signed, "God love." Then she made motions like she was sharing God's love. We tried to get her to share with us, but she shook her head "no." I asked her who she was sharing God's love with. She signed, "Jesus."
For several minutes she sat there with a far away look on her face and signed, "God love . . . God, love."
I just had to wrap my arms around her and give her a hug.
--Mom
For several minutes she sat there with a far away look on her face and signed, "God love . . . God, love."
I just had to wrap my arms around her and give her a hug.
--Mom
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Let the little children come
Luke 18:16 says, "But Jesus called the children to him and said, 'Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the Kingdom of God belongs to such as these.'" (NIV)
I will forever picture Kimmie when I hear or read this verse. She will always come to Jesus as a little child.
--Mom
I will forever picture Kimmie when I hear or read this verse. She will always come to Jesus as a little child.
--Mom
Friday, November 14, 2008
Jesus Loves Me, This I Know
When Kimmie was three and four-years old, she attended a preschool program at our local elementary school. This was a preschool program that was open to any three or four-year old. The school district would also place developmentally delayed children in the class along with extra aides. Kimmie was one of those developmentally delayed children.
The first year, when Kimmie was three, she went just in the morning. The second year, at the teacher's recommendation, she went all day. Going all day gave Kimmie the opportunity for more social interaction with the other children.
Nap-time, however, was a bit of a problem. As I mentioned in an earlier post, Kimmie didn't sleep. She didn't take naps. It became a challenge for the teacher and signing aide to find ways to keep Kimmie occupied during nap-time.
One of the activities that they would sometimes do was review Kimmie's sign vocabulary. We kept a list of all the signs that Kimmie had learned to date. The aide would say the word and Kimmie would show her the sign. This was done to make sure Kimmie didn't lose any of her signing vocabulary.
One day Kimmie and the aide were sitting on Kimmie's nap mat reviewing the list of words/signs. On the next mat was a little girl who's family was of a religious group that did not allow for participation in holiday events or any reference to religious matters. Since this little girl was laying there listening and watching Kimmie and the aide, as the aide went down the list saying each word, she skipped over all the religious words like God, Jesus, Lord, Bible, pray, etc. The aide spoke each word and Kimmie responded with the sign.
After they had gone through the entire list of words, the aide looked at Kimmie. Kimmie looked at the aide and started signing. Very deliberately, without any prompting, she signed each of the words that the aide had skipped: God, Jesus, Lord, Bible, pray, Christ, church, amen . . . The aide, who was a young Christian lady, wasn't sure what to do at that point. Without saying a word she started signing "Jesus loves me, this I know. For the Bible tells me so. Little ones to Him belong. They are weak but He is strong. Yes, Jesus loves me. Yes, Jesus loves me. Yes, Jesus loves me. The Bible tells me so."
When the aide finished signing the song, Kimmie launched herself into the aide's lap, wrapped her arms around the aide's neck and gave her an enormous hug--as if to say, "You know my Jesus, too!"
"Jesus loves me, this I know."
--Mom
The first year, when Kimmie was three, she went just in the morning. The second year, at the teacher's recommendation, she went all day. Going all day gave Kimmie the opportunity for more social interaction with the other children.
Nap-time, however, was a bit of a problem. As I mentioned in an earlier post, Kimmie didn't sleep. She didn't take naps. It became a challenge for the teacher and signing aide to find ways to keep Kimmie occupied during nap-time.
One of the activities that they would sometimes do was review Kimmie's sign vocabulary. We kept a list of all the signs that Kimmie had learned to date. The aide would say the word and Kimmie would show her the sign. This was done to make sure Kimmie didn't lose any of her signing vocabulary.
One day Kimmie and the aide were sitting on Kimmie's nap mat reviewing the list of words/signs. On the next mat was a little girl who's family was of a religious group that did not allow for participation in holiday events or any reference to religious matters. Since this little girl was laying there listening and watching Kimmie and the aide, as the aide went down the list saying each word, she skipped over all the religious words like God, Jesus, Lord, Bible, pray, etc. The aide spoke each word and Kimmie responded with the sign.
After they had gone through the entire list of words, the aide looked at Kimmie. Kimmie looked at the aide and started signing. Very deliberately, without any prompting, she signed each of the words that the aide had skipped: God, Jesus, Lord, Bible, pray, Christ, church, amen . . . The aide, who was a young Christian lady, wasn't sure what to do at that point. Without saying a word she started signing "Jesus loves me, this I know. For the Bible tells me so. Little ones to Him belong. They are weak but He is strong. Yes, Jesus loves me. Yes, Jesus loves me. Yes, Jesus loves me. The Bible tells me so."
When the aide finished signing the song, Kimmie launched herself into the aide's lap, wrapped her arms around the aide's neck and gave her an enormous hug--as if to say, "You know my Jesus, too!"
"Jesus loves me, this I know."
--Mom
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Jesus Heart
In 2004 Kimmie began signing "Jesus heart". She would sign this at random times with no prompting. There was always a smile on her face that radiated a sense of joy and peace and contentment. In her eyes you could see that she was far away in a special place.
I tried to talk to her about it, but it was difficult to find the right words. Once I asked her if she had Jesus in her heart. The idea of having something IN her seemed to scare her. I never used that particular phrase again. I would usually just ask her if she had a "Jesus heart." Sometimes she would say "yes" and sometimes she would say "no". But it always brought her back from the far-away place that caused her face to glow.
Eventually one evening as I was giving her a bath I started talking to her in very simple terms about Jesus. I explained to her that sin was the things we do that make God sad, the things we do that hurt others. I asked her if she understood what sin was. She nodded her head "yes". I talked to her about Jesus and how he came to help us. I asked her if she understood about Jesus. She nodded her head. I explained to her that we need to pray and tell God that we are sorry for the things we have done that made him sad. And that we need to ask Jesus to be with us always to help us do the right thing. I asked her if she understood and she nodded her head "yes". By this time we were just finishing getting her pajamas on. She immediately ran out of the bathroom, leaned against the bed, folded her hands, and laid her face down on the bed. I went over and knelt next to her wondering what I should do next. I started silently praying for her. Shortly she raised her head up, signed "Amen", and smiled her beautiful, radiant smile.
--Mom
I tried to talk to her about it, but it was difficult to find the right words. Once I asked her if she had Jesus in her heart. The idea of having something IN her seemed to scare her. I never used that particular phrase again. I would usually just ask her if she had a "Jesus heart." Sometimes she would say "yes" and sometimes she would say "no". But it always brought her back from the far-away place that caused her face to glow.
Eventually one evening as I was giving her a bath I started talking to her in very simple terms about Jesus. I explained to her that sin was the things we do that make God sad, the things we do that hurt others. I asked her if she understood what sin was. She nodded her head "yes". I talked to her about Jesus and how he came to help us. I asked her if she understood about Jesus. She nodded her head. I explained to her that we need to pray and tell God that we are sorry for the things we have done that made him sad. And that we need to ask Jesus to be with us always to help us do the right thing. I asked her if she understood and she nodded her head "yes". By this time we were just finishing getting her pajamas on. She immediately ran out of the bathroom, leaned against the bed, folded her hands, and laid her face down on the bed. I went over and knelt next to her wondering what I should do next. I started silently praying for her. Shortly she raised her head up, signed "Amen", and smiled her beautiful, radiant smile.
--Mom
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