A few weeks ago, Josh was riding in the backseat of my mom's car. He had a bottle of juice and was struggling to open it, as mom watched through her rear view mirror. She watched him struggle a bit, and then he stopped and said "God, give me strength." He tried again, and it opened! She says his eyes were as big as saucers at the thought that God heard and answered his prayer.
This past week, he happened to be at church with my mom and the kids joined the adults for a missionary service. The pastor asked what God had been doing for people and if anyone wanted to share. Josh raised his hand, and when the pastor called on him (brave pastor for calling on a 4 year old...you never know what they will say!) he told the whole congregation that God gave him strength.
I'm proud of him, for his boldness and childlike faith. It's been good to watch him growing in his understanding of Easter and what it means too!