She did inspire me. While she was looking over my shoulder, Caroline saw my blog. And the picture of SJ laying on the garage floor looking dead. She was perfectly fine with the fact that Sarah appeared to be dead. In fact she asked if she was. Mary and I explained that no, she was just laying on the floor and there happened to be red paint there. (we didn't elaborate further and explain that SJ had wanted to look dead. we thought it wasn't necessary information.) She then asked "oh, so she wasn't praying or eating or going places?" We said no, that she wasn't right then, but that when she got up she did. She nodded, as if satisfied. When I remembered this, the first thing that struck me was "wow, she mentioned prayer first." Her parents are not perfect, and they don't pretend to be. Right now, they are even going through some rocky times in their marriage. Caroline is completely unaware of any of this. But even unconciously, she is learning from them that prayer is important. Other times I have talked with her and she has asked me if I had Jesus in my heart. Without even waiting to hear the spiritual state of my heart, she proceeded to tell me how amazing He was. "...He loves you and me and he comes into you when you ask. And He never leaves. Sometimes Mommy and Daddy leave and go somewhere and I have to stay behind but He never does. He's right here..." She said all this in the Nursery with me during church a few weeks ago. Exact quote. Granted, she doesn't really understand what she's talking about or what it means, exactly, but it's still one of the sweetest things I've ever heard. She talks about prayer the same way, explaining how God really does hear you every time you talk to Him. She says she talks to Him about the flowers and the butterflies and her little sister.She's only four, so she doesn't understand how badly she really needs Jesus in her heart and how often in this life she's going to be falling apart and cry out to God, wondering if He's still there. But for now, she's on the right track, and I thank God every time I see her for the precious little gift she is.