I couldn't leave this hanging in the air. So this morning I said to her "I know I am not your favourite". She responded with "You are my family". She realised that wasn't going to be quite enough of a good response so she added "Daddy is my favourite". But even before she finished that sentenced she corrected herself "No, Mommy and Daddy are my favourite". I am never going to win that one.
A week back, she came into my bedroom pretending to be flustered by her thoughts and ask me "Where is God?" I wanted to laugh but this was a very fair and deep question, so I kept a straight face. She put both her hands on her head and slummed onto my bed asking me "Is God invisible, where is He?" I offered her the simplest answer I knew "God is everywhere and you can see Him through everything He has made including you". She didn't give time for the answer to sink in. She ran out of the room repeating the question to herself "Where is God?"
The next day, after Sunday School, she showed me a worksheet they used in the class. Pointing to a maze, she explained that "Jesus was going to a party to meet people". The maze depicted Jesus going to the home of Zacchaeus, the tax collector. She found her answer to where God is and what He was doing. And I found that hilarious.
It is amazing what is in the mind of a little girl, and what they choose to reveal to you.
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