Out of the Mouths of my Babes

Here are a few things heard in and around our home the last few days days.

Peregrine, breaking out in what he called a "Psalm" one morning:
Weep not with those who marvel!
(Uh, yeah, make sure you don't weep with those who marvel. Where on earth does this stuff come from!)

Poppy, praying in her special gravelly prayer voice:
Dear Lord, Help us to be good, and pleasant, and kind, and somefing. And thank you for this milk, and thank you for Mama, and thank you for Daddy, and thank you for Mommy, and for somefing.....
(And this went on and on and on, with a lot of "somefings" thrown in when no better word came to mind!)

And Peregrine ended his prayer this way:
And You are the heavenly king who loved us not with half Your love and not with most of Your love but with all Your love, and that makes me want to love You with all my heart too.

A few nights ago, on a walk to the river, after both kids had given up playing on the bank and plunged in fully clothed, I overheard Peregrine saying this:
Some men went out in a boat with way too much cargo; this is the sort of story Jesus might have wanted to tell His people. So this is what happens when you have too much cargo in your boat.
(And at this point, he dropped a stone from his hand and it sunk to the bottom of the river. That is what happens when you have too much cargo. Not good. There just may be some deeper spiritual meaning hidden here.... for him who has ears to hear.)