Do missionaries drive monster mashing trucks?

William is four-and-a-half years old. That means there are days when I wish I could duct tape him to a wall for a few hours. Or at the least duct tape him in his chair during a meal. And don't even get me started on the non-stop chatter coming from his mouth!

But then there are moments when I could just eat him up with a spoon. You know what I mean. When he says or does something so sweet I just melt inside and remember the rewards that come with my job. Like when he spontaneously gives Ellie a big hug around the neck and a kiss on the check and says, "Ellie, I love you." Or like Sunday night when I thought he was going to tell me the trick he was planning to play on me. He leaned over and whispered into my ear. But instead of some elaborate plan he said, "I love you." How sweet is that?! (And a little bit ornery.)

And then there was tonight. After reading about the Uzbek people and a missionary couple who works with them, Joel asked Will if he wanted to pray. This is what came out of his mouth. "God, thank you for sending Jesus to earth to die on the Cross and live again. Help the people who don't know you believe. In Jesus name. Amen."

He's also told me several times that we need to go tell the people overseas about Jesus. He's stated that when he's a grown-up he'll go tell them. Could I be training a certain retiring missionary's replacement?

Lest you think more highly of my preschooler than you ought, he also tells me he's going to be an astronaut, a race car driver (Thank you, Lightening McQueen), and a monster mashing truck driver (we have a DVD).

They need to hear about Jesus, too!