Lately, DD has had a lot to say about God. She often tells Brother Darling that he is special because God made him that way and that God loves him very much. She tells me that she is so glad that God gave me to her. Of course, that melts my heart.
Sometimes she is just inquisitive, like today when she asked me if we would ever be able to see God and MeeMee? (They're a team, you know.)
Some of her other questions include:
If that is God’s church, does he live there?
Just how big is God? Is he bigger than these trees?
Where does he live? Does he live here on earth? Does he live in the clouds?
One of my favorites: Does God have enough money to buy it?
If you know DD very well, then you know that it is impossible to predict what she might say at any given moment.
Example: Late yesterday afternoon we were all sitting on the patio visiting when someone obviously “pooted”. I asked DD, “Honey, was that you?” Her response was, “No ma’am. I didn’t poot. It wasn’t me.” Brother Darling eagerly stated, “Well, it sure wasn’t me.” Daddy Darling added, “I didn’t do it.” Then DD solved the mystery when she said, “Well, maybe it was God.” Ya gotta love her!
I sure hope God has a sense of humor...