Tonight as we were going through the bed time routine, in between stories and prayers, Ada and I some how began talking about the gospel. I can't remember the context exactly, I think she was asking if God hears everything, even when she disobeys. And I jumped on that b/c I was sensing a guilty conscious, and I tried to explain in four year old terms what it means for God to be merciful to us. So, anyway, this is the part of the conversation that I had to write down for the record books...
Mom: (after explaining that mercy means, we don't get what we deserve) and what do we deserve?
Ada: to die
Mom: yes, but we don't have to; why?
Ada: because Jesus died for us so we wouldn't feel the hurt and because there weren't enough crosses.
Mom: what do you mean?
Ada: there weren't enough crosses for everybody
Mom: well, that's not really why Jesus died instead of us
Ada: but, mom, there were
only three crosses, that is not enough
And I began to go
back over the gospel for the five millionth time ;)
At Marshall's today. John saw that hat on Ada and immediately began saying over and over, "I do, I do, I do" And Ada said, in all seriousness, "look mom, I'm a cow girl."
1 comment:
so hilarious and cute!
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