My dear sister Captivated over at Trenkle Toes shared some quotes from her kids that made me smile the other day.
Today, while I was making lunch, my kiddos whipped out a few keepers themselves.
Here’s a little conversation that took place:
“God, please don’t let your Son die on da cwoss!” -Ryland (praying over his
“Yes son, we’re glad Jesus died on the cross. Cause if he didn’t we’d be
in hell forever, but because he died we get to be in heaven forever with Him.” –
Mom, responding to Ryland’s prayer.
“But I don’t want Him to die!” -Ryland in tears
“But he’s not dead son! He died but he came alive again. Jesus is
“Yep! God’s Fawder healed Him!” -Connor to Ryland
“Mom, can I have some horsepolish on my sandwich?” -Connor, asking for
“When God takes us to heaven will we see Moses and God’s Fawder?” -Connor
“Yes son, we will!” -Mom
I LOVE it how Connor refers to Jesus as God (which He is) and His Father as “God’s Fawder.”
I LOVE it how Ryland prays with such tenderness.
I pray my kids always have this same childlike faith.
Published by Sheila Dougal
Hey, I'm Sheila, glad you're here.
A little about me: I'm a 40-something woman, wife, mom, RN, soap maker and wannabe suburban homesteader. I think better when I write. I've kept a journal since I was 9 and started blogging over 10 years ago.
I'm introverted, but I love people. I'm curious but shy. I'm contemplative and easily distracted. I feel deeply and know numbness. I want to make things right and I'm learning to let go. I wax poetic sometimes and often don't know what to say. It's complicated.
It boggles me that I am Christ's and he is mine. I gaze into the heavens and the Heaven-Maker's words, remember the hard things, fight depression, and long for home and King.
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oh, i love it! i felt like i was at the table about ready to nosh on a tuna sand myself.