Bailey is in the "I don't want to go to bed" phase of her life. She has a multitude of excuses as to why she can't go to bed. Last night was, "I am scared in here by myself", which is a complete falsehood. I explained to her that Jesus was always with her, and she had nothing to fear. I kissed her and shut the door.
Half an hour later, her door opens. As I hear her coming down the hall, I asked, "Bailey, why are you out of bed?". She looked me square in the eye, hands on hips, and in a very matter of fact tone stated, "Mommy, Jesus went home".
2 comments:
Maybe God was cooking dumplins' for dinner?!
Seems reasonable to me.
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