Kids Say the Darndest Things

Earlier today, I had the joy of fellowship with the leaders at BSF. One of the leaders shared a silly story of what her granddaughter said at church and I just had to share!

The leader had been asked to preach Sunday at her church so her daughter and two grands came to hear. During worship, the congregation sang "Praise God from Whom all Blessings Flow". The leader turned towards the cross and raised up one hand as she sang. (She said that she wishes to raise two but is afraid she'd scare everyone half to death! Apparently, her church is very conservative!) Her granddaughter observed this and turned to ask her mother,
     "Why is she raising her hand like that?" Her mother replied,
     "She's praising God." To which the grand responded,
     "No. I think she just has a question."

Well- Who better to ask?

Later in the service, her youngest grand went to Children's Church instead of staying in "Big Church". One of the teachers asked her if she wanted to stay to hear her grandmother preach.
     "No, we're going over to her house later today," was her answer.
     "Oh. You'll hear her preach then?" asked the teacher.
     "Always do!"

Now, that's the kind of "Nonny" I want to be! What about you? Don't you want the children in your life to know that they will always hear the Word of God from you, whether they're looking or not?! I love it!

2045

[I had some complaints about the size of the picture and people being unable to read the quotations so I added them below. I also took the liberty of expanding on my previous post. Here's the new and improved version.]

I discovered this picture in an ad of a LifeWay magazine and immediately thought it completely embodied Bear and I. Here is where I disclose that I have already picked out our grandparent names. (I know, weird.)

Bear's real name, which I can NOT post because the youth are dying to figure it out, has two W's in it; therefore, I've declared that he can be known as "Dubs" to our offspring's future offspring. (Mainly because his dad refused to embrace the title once he became a granddad. For some reason, both men find me odd to even have come up with this but Bear's the one married to me and has no choice in the matter. Just between us, I'm pretty sure "Dubs" emanates from my fascination with/stalking of a certain *ahem* someone.)

I've claimed "Nonny" as my own title, since that's what Jonah actually has called me his whole life. The misnomer has just now been beginning to morph in "Mommy" as he approaches the ripe old age of three and a half. I just hope that the actual mother of my future grandbabies approves. I'll add it to my prayer list for Jonah's future wife, along with "a sincere compassion for deranged mother-in-laws".

So, here's a look at Nonny & Dubs.....

Nonny: "After all these years, he still can't keep his hands off me."
Dubs: "If I let go, she shops."