I had two special guests this weekend: my seven-year old granddaughter and her newly discovered seven-year old cousin, my great-niece.
Preparing for the weekend, I had to stretch my eating habits a bit. I’ve found that most young girls, typical youth anyway, are not health conscious and are certainly not aware of organic foods and natural products. They’re typically pretty picky about their food, as am I, but we see things completely different.
Assembling the donuts, the pizza plans, the sports drinks, I was contemplating how those items were going to affect my newly discovered waist line. Ah, we all have to stretch a bet now and then, right?
So, we’re having a fabulous time, we three gals, cavorting in the backyard pool. The girls are off to the side, having some girl-talk when I hear, “Aunt Trish – do you go to church?”
“No, but I do get together with other believers.”
“Then you don’t know God, ” she states, very matter-of-fact.
Why would a child think that I couldn’t possibly know about God if I didn’t go to church?
That sent my mind reeling. How do I explain to a seven-year old that I follow a different God – a God who doesn’t require me to go to church, but who requires that I do get together with other believers?
I simply replied, “Oh, I know all about God.”
“But you can’t know everything,” she retorted.
True that, dear child, true that.