I posted this on Instagram Sunday night, and it tickles me so much that I thought I’d share it here, too.
For the record, I’m really trying not to over think a certain third grader’s sermon notes.
But clearly he was wading into some deep theological waters.
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Amen!
Looks like a Chik-Fil-A fan to me! :)
You are raising that boy right! I also love the mis-spellings… because my own kids can’t spell worth a lick :)
Love it. I have those VERY same sermon notes! Pastor David preached a good ‘un. Well, like I’m sure he always does. Sure hate I missed seeing ya at the Chuy’s.
Haha!! That reminds me of a time when my daughter was about 12 or 13 and she used to get a sick tummy often in the wee hours of the night. Usually I would let her get with me in bed but sometimes she would need to kneel or sit in the bathroom and I would stay with her. This particular night I wasn’t feeling good my own self and needed to stay lying in bed. She made it through the night without me but the next day I picked up the little crossword puzzle book I keep in the bathroom and there were little notes she’d written all over the page…”Owww! Help me, mommie” “Mommie, help!” “I need you mommie” “It hurts” I laughed, but I cried. It was the sweetest thing. She wanted me but I wasn’t there but she knew I was close but she wouldn’t make me get up with her. I saved that page. It’s in her scrapbook. It’s moments like these and a million other bittersweet times that thrill my heart that God gave me children to mother. Thanks for listening to my little story. I only shared it because me and you are friends. (you emailed me two times…so we’re friends, right?)
Very cute.
He speaks the TRUTH, what can we say?! He is SO cute.
Sophie, that just cracks me slap up! :)
Hey, good chicken _is_ a revelation.
I think he’s just written the title of your next book–Chicken: The Hope of Glory.
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