Lately Noah (4 years old boy, who I now consider my son) has been particularly free and full of loving, alive energy. So last night I prayed to know what Noah knew that I didn’t. This morning I heard this conversation between him and his mother, Mindy.
Noah: Why is my (biological dad) in jail?
Mindy: Ummm….pause….
Noah: Wait! I know why! It’s because sometimes his mind tells him, “be mean, be mean, be mean.”
Mindy: Yes, that’s right.
Noah: It’s like my mind sometimes tells me, “there’s a tiger under my bed, be afraid”. But I know it’s not true, so I don’t have to be afraid, even though my mind tells me to.
Mindy: Yes, you are 100% correct!
Noah: My heart has more Powers than that thought!
Mindy: You’re right!
