"Mom," she asks, kind of put out that I hadn't heard her or hadn't understood what she said, "You know Jesus?" 
 I did a quick inhale of surprise.  How to answer such a big, probing question?  The whole essence of life--do we know and follow Jesus.  Should we sit down and discuss the meaning of knowing and following the Savior?  Should I get out some scriptures?  A flannel board story?  A song?  
"Yes, Sweetie," I say slowly so she'll know that I mean what I'm saying.  "I know Jesus."
"Well," she responds, "You are wasting his water." 
In her mind and heart, he is real and by the way, I was wasting his water.  
The question has stayed with me since. Do I really know Jesus?  Some days I answer, "Oh yes, I most certainly do!" and other days my answer is not quite so confident.  Do I live like I know Jesus?  
And most importantly, do the small ones and tall ones in my house know that I know Jesus?  I hope it shows. Thanks, my little girl, for the wonderful question...and the reminder to turn off the water. 
 
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