My husband and I work hard (and pray hard) to raise girls who love Jesus in this crazy world of ours. We are raising them in our local Baptist church, surrounded by good people who also love Jesus. We understand that our girls are growing up somewhat in a little bubble...and honestly, we'd love to keep it that way as long as possible. That's not to say that we don't want them to get their hands dirty, or rub shoulders out in the world. We try to provide lots of opportunities to serve, and walk alongside, and encourage those who don't look like us, or talk like us. We just want those little bubbles to cushion and protect them as they're bumping around in the dirt and grime of the world.
I giggled yesterday, and my heart just smiled a great big grin, right in the drive-thru of Wendy's. I felt like I had been given little glimpse into the simple-faith heart of our 5-year-old daughter. And, even though it's silly, I sure liked what I heard. And saw.
I had bought Sara Beth a Kid's Meal just how she likes--cheeseburger, pickles only, oranges, and a chocolate frosty (calcium, you know).
As we were pulling out of the drive-thru, my sweet little Baptist girl shot her arm high in the air and yelled out, '"HALLELUJAH!!! I got a bonus! There's a FRY in here!"
And, as a Baptist girl myself, and fellow lover of the fry, I raised my right hand in agreement, and cried out, "Amen, sister!"
It's the little things...