Four year olds are fun…or not. Ok, they are.
Last night as I was putting my nephew to bed he started talking. He likes to talk.
He talked about Jesus.
He talked about Jesus being in Heaven.
He talked about us getting wings and flying to Heaven and being with Jesus…and then he talked about us falling out of the clouds.
He talked about how big God is and is He big like a giant.
He talked about Jesus living in our hearts.
He talked about a big house. I wanted it to be purple. He said he wanted it to be blue. We both decided it could have pink, too.
And then we went to pray. He paused and said, "Aunt Hope, my tummy hurts."
Pause.
"Aunt Hope, maybe it's Jesus trying to get out of my heart."
I replied, "Maybe it's Jesus trying to get into your heart."
He said it didn't really hurt that much and so we prayed.
As I moved over to get up and walk out of the room, he asked me one simple question.
"Aunt Hope, are you getting old again?"
I'm seriously starting to get a complex about my age!
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