G told me last night that Jesus living in her heart "doesn't wuk" ie, didn't help her not be afraid (b/c she really just wanted a reason to stay awake).
I said, "Really, Jesus in your heart doesn't work?"
She said, "Is Jesus in our heart?"
I said, "Yep."
She said, "Well, how does He get out?"
I said, "Why? Do you want Him out?"
She said, "Wes."
I said, "Oh well he doesn't."
She said, "Well where is Jesus house?"
I said, "In our hearts and in heaven and all over."
She said, "You have a big heart?"
I said, "Yes"
She said, "I have a widdle heart?"
I could see that this was heading into a discussion about her heart not being big enough for Jesus and I was right so after I reassured her that her heart would grow and get big, ie He will fit, I made her get still to go to sleep!!