Sometimes, I believe my kids see God more clearly than I.
In the car the other day, my two oldest asked me if we could listen to country music. I have a Rascal Flatts CD on my iPod, so I put it on. When Bless the Broken Road came on, my oldest started asking me questions about the lyrics. He's a 'lyrics guy'. Most of the song is a metaphor, so we discussed what it meant when the singer says he started out and lost his way and that those who broke his heart were like northern stars leading him to his true love.
This is like being in white water rapids wearing my 2-year-old's floaties for me. I'm divorced from their dad and remarried to Chad - you can see how careful I have to be about labeling past relationships as 'mistakes.'
Anyway, we were on the topic of losing your way and I thought it was a good opportunity to bring God into the conversation. I was telling them that God wants what's best for us and that if they kept praying and talking with God and growing in that relationship, they'd end up with the love of their lives - the one that God meant for them, i.e., the desire of their heart. But, I also wanted them to know that God can work in our experiences even when we aren't walking on the path that he originally intended us to travel. We were talking about our own paths and God's path when my 9-year-old said this:
"So, God is like a GPS. If you get off-course, he can just re-route you."
4 comments:
That's pretty awesome. Very intuitive, huh?
BTW, love it that you love Star Wars as much as you do. You're hard core.
You have the coolest kids on the planet. (Well...mine is on the short list, too...) Whoa, Sarah, intuitive is exactly the word I used to describe that quote in an earlier conversation.
Prov. 22:6 Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.
This made me think of you.
Your Mother is scary. I had lunch with her and your Father Monday, and spent most of the day with them. If you grow up to be like her you will be blessed.
Your favorite Uncle,
Mike
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