Cadence gets saved.

So we have this book at home all about the Holy Spirit. It is totally a garage sale item that Simone's mom picked up from some old wacky charasmatic. Published in the early 80s. Cadence and I were reading this book last night and talking about how the Holy Spirit is the Spirit of God, then Cadence goes,
"No, he's Jesus' Spirit." He seemed satisfied when I told him that Jesus was God. As we were reading and looking at colorful hippie images of how the Holy Spirit helps in different ways he kept saying, "I want to see Jesus... What does the Holy Spirit look like." So I told him that we can't see him and that he lives in our heart.
To that he asked, "Is he in your head?," Yes, he is." "Is he in the curtains?" "Well, I don't think so." "Is he in the tree?" (pointing to a tree in the book). "Well, no but he makes his sun to shine on the tree." To that Cadence replies, "But he made the tree!" "Yes, that's right," I said. "What about that," Cadence asks, pointing to the sun. "Does he live there?" "No, but he made it." Then I thought, well, lets just go for it! So I ask Cadence. Do you want the Holy Spirit to live inside of you? He smiles and giggles and says, "Yeah!" So I say, "Well, just ask him to come and live there." I wait. He smiles, as if thinking about what words he should use, and says, "Jesus will you come into my heart?" Then we celebrate by laughing and trying to feel him in our hearts.
We finished reading about how the Spirit helps us forgive, gives us words to pray, and talks to us all day long. Then the book was done, I tossed it out of the bed (because of course I am lying in bed with him), Cadence rolls over and says in his cute way, "Will you scratch my back?" Of course I do, all the while wondering if what just happened is the real thing. I then I think, "That's silly. Of course it is." All he knows is that Jesus is God, created everything, is very nice, once was a man, and that his Spirit can live inside of us. And he knows that I talk to God and that God lives in me. So his invitation was real and I am sure that God heard him.
This was a nice finish to a hard day. I complete our ritual by turning on some Vivaldi, a night light and tell Cadence I love him (which is a prompt for me to get him to say what I want to hear, "I love you, too.")
Sometimes, being a parent is awesome.