she’s right, he knows her name.

It was maybe three weeks ago when we woke up to faucets that wouldn’t turn on. Water that wouldn’t flow through our pipes.

We didn’t know it at first, but it was an issue with our water pump and we had to replace the entire unit. (Which is hidden deep down inside our well.)

That weekend Piper and Otto had gone camping with our friends and they were just returning, all campfire and dirt smelling.

Piper wanted a shower. But there was no water at our house.  There had been none for hours.

She talked about how she just wished there would be enough water for her to take one little shower.

She decided to go into the bathroom and turn on the shower anyway – just to see.  Suddenly – water! Seriously.  Water was flowing from the shower head.

It lasted the length of her shower.  I can’t explain it. (It was literally not flowing for the next two days!)

Later that afternoon, following her shower, I said, “Piper – it was like God said – that little girl needs a shower – and He gave you water.”

And do you know what that cute twelve year old kid said?

“Mom. God knows my name. I doubt he said ‘that little girl’. I bet he said ‘Piper’.”

 I looked at her, comfortably reading a book and lounging on my bed, casually reminding me of the better theology.

Yes, Piper.  You’re right.

He does know your name.

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