And I stumble for words, pray for wisdom. "When I was your age, I had to move too." She tilts her head up to look at me, still sniffling. "I had to leave my friends. But my best friend made me something to help me remember her. Would you like to do that? Would you like to make something to give to your friends so they can remember?" She searches my eyes, then nods.
So we make cards, heart-shaped. And she dresses in her Christmas dress so she looks her best. We have a mini photo shoot in the backyard and print out the best photo, gluing it to heart-shaped card. Maybe the glue will hold her heart together. Maybe we won't fall apart as we say goodbye.
Then we read of Abraham's sacrifice. And how the Lord provided a ram instead, keeping His promise, blessing all nations through Abraham. He keeps His promises. "Does He always keep His promises?" Yes. He must. He is God. He is holy. He is faithful.
And He promises "...everyone who has left houses or brothers or sisters or father or mother or children or lands, for my name’s sake, will receive a hundredfold and will inherit eternal life." (Matthew 19:29)