Theology

I belong to a church that believes in personal Revelation. I suppose this means I can attribute my intense burning desire to fill up my car with gas before the NY blackout a few years back to friendly heavenly intervention, enabling me to pick up my husband from a business trip when the trains weren't running. I've had other such experiences, some seemingly trivial, others life altering. Now, it seems my dear daughter number one is learning some interesting things about divinity at church. Things that I have to bite my tongue to keep from both peeing my pants laughing and do the proper parental discipline. Things like this.

"Mom, Jesus told me to get the play dough out and rub it on my foot in the carpet."

or this,

"Dad, Heavenly Father really, really wants you to read me another book."

"Mom, I don't have to eat my dinner, Jesus wants me to be happy and dinner doesn't make me happy."

Ahh, to have the fresh perspective of a four year old again. It makes me giggle.