Most Sundays and Wednesdays we walk to church. It's delicious and makes me feel like our family stepped right out of a Norman Rockwell. Only thing missing is white gloves and a frisky puppy tagging along behind us.
This morning, as we waited on the stoop for Abby and K to locate their Bibles, Ian--lost in thought--turned Cara's stroller around in the opposite direction from church. When they emerged I laughed at Ian as I brought her around and started off,
"You silly goose! Where do you think we're going this morning? Church is that way!"
He looked across the street and pointed.
"Nah. That is the church building. We are the church."
We've taught him well.
Quest or Quench
4 months ago
2 comments:
Way to go Ian!
Yes you have! Sorry about your van.
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