| | Babygirl came to my knee the other day while I was sitting on the couch and said, "Talk to Jesus." "Oh!," I said, surprised. "Would you like to talk to Jesus? To pray?" "Yeah," she replied. So we started praying. What does a two-year-old ask for, with a heart full of faith? "Lollipop," Babygirl prayed earnestly, "Lollipop." I regret to say she did not get a lollipop that day, but later a piece of candy rolled out of my pocket as I was bending down and Babygirl picked it up and put it in her mouth. I was going to protest, but then I decided to let it go. The Lord answers prayer in mysterious ways.
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As some of you know, the magnificent plum tree in our backyard was felled by a freak storm. The landlord finally came and dismembered it and carted off its remains. The tree had been in full bloom when it fell, so after the landlord left, the ground was still strewn with twigs and bunches of blossoms. Babygirl ran to the window to see the newly desolate backyard. "Where'd tree go? Where'd tree go?," she asked. And then she said, in the most doleful voice imaginable, "Little flowers crying."
I think she has a very promising career in haiku composition.
A friend of mine heard this story and she remarked that Babygirl seems to have a gift for empathy/sympathy. That's possible--a few months ago, Babygirl and I were watching squirrels frolic in the backyard. "They're looking for nuts," I explained. Babygirl gasped. "Watch out, nuts!," she cried.
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