A few nights ago Livvy was having trouble falling asleep. She was crying about being scared of the dark. (She had lost her nightlight for the night, after sneaking out of bed.) I talked to her about not being scared, how mommy and daddy were right downstairs, and her big brother and big sister were in the next rooms. And of course, who's always with us? God! We decided to pray about her not being scared. Right before she prayed she sat up in bed and said she needed to look at the floor. That seemed strange.
"Why do you need to look at the floor?" I asked.
"Because that's where God is." she replied, quite sure of herself.
Now I was even more confused.
"God's not in the floor, honey, He's in heaven."
"Then why do people always look at the ground when they talk to Him?" she asked.
Well, we straightened that out, but isn't it so funny the way kids think? The poor thing has probably been wondering why everyone else sees God in the ground, but not her!
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What a cute story!!
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