Today he share stories, well, he is our story teller. He doesn't seem to be quite ready for the Public school. Being there all day his smile turned into things that are not of our brother bear blesser.
What do you do?
He had went to the Catholic pre-school and the public pre-school last year. Both are good, but where does our little guy fit in this year. Lord, what is the best for him? His smile squashed by things that don't seem to matter? I feel for him, his momma teaches Kindergarten too.
And, somehow it all works out and he starts school again at the Catholic school. The minister is kind and the secretary says they will work things out. Momma still belongs to the Methodist church in Arlington, now... they attend Assemblies church in Foley. How do you fit this little person with the growing mind into the world and yet keep his spirit alive and keep him asking questions about the God who makes all things possible? The God who blessed him with his out going, story telling, loving personality? Prayers were answered by an all knowing loving Holy God. Thank-you Jesus.
Today he tells his momma that he tries talking to Jesus but He doesn't answer. He knows there is a God and he knows that God is real, so why doesn't he have a voice?
Momma explains... when God talks He talks not in words but talks to your soul and your spirit. He gently guides your footsteps to help you learn what is right and wrong.
The little guy comes on the phone now...
he starts reciting " Hail Mary full of grace, the Lord is with thee."
I smile.
Although it is not a prayer we have prayed before, he is praying...
Can that not be the voice of God?
There is a crack in their wood floor and he asks his momma " I see there is a crack in the floor mom, but I can't see the fires of hell down there"
Momma explains... when there is a crack in the floor what you see down there is actually the basement first, then the ground, she explains that you don't really see the fires of hell while you are on earth you just know about them because of the Bible.
One time he had a story that his dad went to heaven. When we asked how he got there the little guy used his hands and facial expressions and told us how his dad took the fire truck and drove it straight through the church doors and went up through the ceiling and into heaven to be with all the people up there. He stayed up there for awhile and then came back.
Momma explains... well that is a real nice story, I don't think we need fire trucks up in heaven though.
"As you listen to birds calling to one another, you also hear the Lord call to you. He speaks continually through the sights, sounds, thoughts, impressions and scriptures. There is no limit to the ways the Lord will communicate with you. When you set out to find the lord in each day you will discover a world that is alive with the Voice of God. He is not only in the beautiful things, the songs of the birds, but can also be found in tragedy and in faces that are filled with sadness. He is the one who will take the deepest wounds and weave them into a beautiful tapestry to be used for good.
Listen... as you go through your day
Seek... and you will find" as read in Jesus calling rewritten by me.
John 10:4 " WHEN HE HAS BROUGHT OUT ALL HIS OWN, HE GOES ON AHEAD OF THE, AND HIS SHEEP FOLLOW HIM BECAUSE THEY KNOW HIS VOICE."
And so it is, as momma explained...
