Little hearts
Are made to love
Friends below
And God above.
Then one day she started telling me she didn't want to say her prayers. Figuring it was just a phase, I let it go on for a week- each night as I tucked her in I'd ask- "Do you want to say prayers tonight?" And each night she'd tell me no.
Well... Finally a couple of nights ago I asked her why she didn't want to say her prayers and I told her, "God likes to listen to us say our prayers."
She looked up suddenly and said, "Where does God live?"
"Up in Heaven," I answered.
"Oh." She seemed to think this over for a minute then she said, "Up in the sky?"
"Well, yes..."
"Oh." Again she paused deep in thought. Then she said matter-of-factly, "I heard God go by our house. In an airplane."
Uh-oh. I'm afraid I didn't do a very good job in my teaching because each night since then she's asked, "God lives in an airplane?" And each night I patiently tell her, "God lives in Heaven."
I think this might take awhile.
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