My little Emme is in desperate need of prayer.
"Mommy, why do babies have such small hands."
As I was holding her teeny hand across the parking lot, I answered, "Well, I don't really know. That's just the way God made them."
She replied with another question as I was getting her in her car seat, "Why do you always talk about God?"
Pulling away from my parking spot, I said, "Well, because I love Him and I want you to know about Him.
Another question from Emme, "Is Jesus in the car with us?
Now I am pulling onto the main road thinking about how in the world I can answer such a question. And, to be honest, she asks so many questions these days I find myself answering in the simplest way I can because one question so easily turns into 17 more questions.
So my response to her was, "Well... God is always with us so... in a way... I guess Jesus is in the car with us."
Nothing could have prepared me for her response. Thankfully, I wasn't near a mountain or I might have driven right off.
She said to me, "I just slapped Him in the face."
What?!?!?!? Let me repeat this for you. She asked me if Jesus was in the car with us and when I said he was she tells me she just slapped him across the face????? What is wrong with her?
I was seriously at a loss for words! I thought about chucking her out of the car and leaving her on the side of the road so as to spare my own life from the wrath that was surely about to be brought on me because she just assaulted the King of Kings AND because something so sick in me could hardly contain my laughter.
The only thing I could think of to say to her was, "That wasn't very nice."
Then she said, "I just want you to stop talking about Jesus."
I pulled over at the next gas station. I had to get out of the car and call her dad.
I am taking Emme to school early today. She's having lunch with the principal. She won an award for demonstrating Integrity and Fairness and was nominated to be a "Character Hero" at school.
WHAT?!?! Same child?!
Please pray for her... and us. She needs Jesus. Clearly.