Growing, Not Dying

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Saturday, March 11, 2006

Good Reason

I was visiting with my 3 yr old the other day.

"Mem, do you know Mommy loves you?"

"Yup," as she adjusts Barbie's wedding gown.

"Memmy, God loves you too, a whole bunch."

"Yeah, I love him. He's my fa-a-avrite Heavnly Fawder."

"He's your favorite?"

"Yeah, and he's pink 'cause pink's my favrite."

Ok. "He's pink? You mean his skin looks like yours?"

"No-o-o, silly Momma," she giggles. "I'm not pink. I'm this color," as she points to her arm. "He's PINK," she repeats louder as if I didn't hear her clearly. OK. I get it now. This isn't some deep theological discussion on the nature of God. She loves pink. She loves God. Therefore, He must be pink. Makes sense to me.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Amy said...

That is one of the cutest things I've ever heard! Thanks for sharing that! Gotta love those 3 year olds. Mine will often tell us "I love you TOO MUCH!" :-)

Wed Mar 15, 06:23:00 PM MST  

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