Out of the Mouths of Babes

I do a lot of centering prayer with my girls. The way we do it is we sit down, hold hands, close our eyes, take a deep breath in and a deep breath out, and ask God to show us what he is doing. (Or to show us what he looks like, or something similar.) Here are a couple of things Eden (age 5) and Cate (age 3) have seen lately.

In the center of the labyrinth on Good Friday:

“I see God filling up little white packets with love and the the packets turn into stars and they sprinkle love on people (to get more love) in the night sky.”

Cate followed this up with:

“I see Jesus dripping love.” (on good Friday, mind you, before she saw this installation from Holy Saturday.)

In bed in the morning before going to school, where she now shares a desk with the class bully:

“I see red puffs of love like presents for Lex.”

This morning before watching PBS. She was ready to say this one even before we took our breaths:

“I see a cross with fireworks over it because Jesus was glad that God died for the Best Brained Girl in the World — that’s me! (And for everybody else too.)”

And here’s just a couple of good one liners:

“If your dress catches on fire in the candle lab, just stop! drop! and roll!” -Cate

“There’s so much Jesus stuff in here I think my head’s going to explode!” -Eden at the Holy Saturday Stations of the Christ service, at the children’s stations

One Response to “Out of the Mouths of Babes”

  1. dawn Says:

    I can’t remember if I told you this story, but at another point during the kids’ Holy Saturday time, Eden crawled under the slide (which we had tossed a blanket over and a bean bag in front of to look tomb-ish) and started playing Jesus. Flailing her arms around, she yelled out “Look at me! Look at me! I’m dead!” So, Catie and I would go to the tomb, and Eden would scurry out. Catie would put her hands in the air and say, “Where Jesus? Where Jesus go?” and we would look around for Eden. They were hilarious.

    Another priceless Eden quote from that night. When asked who her favorite disciple was, she told me, “Veronica.” There’s some serious girl power for you!