My daughter was either stalling at bedtime, or had something heavy she'd been pondering, or both. "Mom", she queried, "I wonder about so many things, all the time. Sometimes I wonder if Jesus is really real. Am I still a Christian?" I was grateful that I'd perched on her bedside, instead of bustling out of the room into the haven of a post-tuck-in house.
I told her that questions were normal, that we all had them, and that God wasn't bothered by them. That He was eager to hear what troubled or puzzled us most, and would help us find a way through. "Having questions doesn't mean that you are not His child." She seemed relieved. "Can we pray to ask Jesus into my heart again?" I thought back to my 1st grade days where I almost compulsively wanted to repeat my conversion prayer, in case it didn't "take." I assured her, "He is already there. But let's ask Him for help with your questions and the things which bother you." After our time of prayer, we had our ceremony of three kisses: cheek, eskimo, and butterfly, and said Goodnight.
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Oh Julia!! Can you clone yourself, shrink her down small enough to fit her into my brain, and then send her on to me??? I love how you handle things. =)
Okay, what are cheek, Eskimo, and butterfly?
Kiss on the cheek, then rub noses for an eskimo kiss, and butterfly kiss is tickling the cheek by batting our eyelashes. Can you tell we are a touchy-feely crew?
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