Don't they know? Don't they believe?

Six.

Can I say I'm so glad she still has wings?

A few ladies in church call her

"our little butterfly".

Riding in the car this morning,

her birthday dolls have their hands up,

she is singing with them

as we are listening to Chris Tomlin sing

our God is greater

our God is stronger

God, You are higher than any other 

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and if our God is for us

then who could

ever stop us?

She stops and asks . . . 

"Mom, how come in the movies they don't talk about God?

Don't they know about Him?

Don't they believe in Him?"

Another deep breath moment for me.

And my standard answer it seems lately . . . 

"I'm not sure.  I don't know."

She says, holding up Merida,

"Like this movie."

I say,

"Yes, you're right."

Then she says,

"Well, she's learning about Him now.  I'll teach her."

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Yesterday she came home from school

and it was,

"The worst birthday of my life..."

Somebody had upset her on the playground.

So I listen, 

because her hurt deserves listening.

Then I tell her not to focus on just the bad things

and declare it to be the worst birthday of her life,

but to think about the good things that happened.

Because that's like throwing away all the good stuff

and keeping the bad stuff.

"That's what Mrs. D. said," she told me.

I'm so glad that Mrs. D. and I think along the same lines.

We make a great team!

There have been plenty of bad stuff moments in the last couple days,

but this moment,

this one right here of E teaching Merida about God,

I'm going to hang on to that one moment

and let go of the others

{the whining, yelling, fighting, bickering}.

That's the one moment I'm going to keep.

Because

that moment matters.

And I'm going to share it.

For your hearts too.

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By the way, for those of you that have followed

my birthday cake

fiascos . . . 

this one turned out pretty good.

Whew!

Maybe I am learning a lesson.

Must be watching all those Pioneer Woman episodes!