I've got the love of Jesus down in my heart

So, someone sent me this today and it made me laugh.

A nurse on the pediatric ward, before listening to the little ones' chest, would plug the stethoscope into their ears and let them listen to their own heart. Their eyes would always light up with awe, but she never got a response equal to four-year old David's comment. Gently she tucked the stethoscope into his ears and placed the disk over his heart. "Listen," she said...."What do you suppose that is?" He drew up his eyebrows and looked up as if lost in the mystery of the strange tap - tap - tapping deep in his chest. Then his face brok out in a wondrous grin and he asked, "Is that Jesus knocking?"

I laugh because this reminds me of my great niece Hannah. She and her nee-nee (aka, my sister) were laying in bed one night discussing how Jesus lives in your heart. Hannah rolled over to the edge of the bed and gasped...."Nee-nee, I think Jesus just fell out of bed."