Britton spreads the Good News

Before our run tonight, Britton began to explain with a strange excitement to me the following. She spoke so clearly, and used hand gestures and has such inflection and passion in her voice. I am humbled and puzzled at the same time.
It actually made both her Daddy and me cry. So much so that we made her call Pops and then Sassy. She repeated the same thing verbatim. I don’t know quite what to make of it.

Have you ever felt that feeling inside of you? You know that feeling that is inside of you?
That feeling is God inside your heart. His whole body is in there.


God didn’t make you just for creation, he made you for fun.
Have you ever thought about that feeling? About why God made you?
He made you so that you can have a heart- so that you can feel God inside of you. Everybody is good and God lives in everybody. Heaven is a true place.
I don’t know anything else that loves me more. He loves me to the end and to the numbers.

God is everywhere. Not even one piece, his whole body is everywhere. he is everywhere= and where there are holes, God is underground. And he breathes through the holes.

And as long as you believe in Jesus you stay alive. God makes sure that nothing bad happens to you- He never makes mistakes.

He made you to remember him- not to make you sad. Say you hate the devil right now- say it like you really mean it. Scream it.

I asked B when she thought of it. She said God just put it on her heart. I asked her what she watched on TV today and she replied- “Yo Gaba Gaba” cartoons. She has been home for the past two week- no VBS. I recorded her with the video camera- she told me that she wants me to put it on the TV.

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A First Kenley’ism.. another Britton’ism

We were eating dinner tonight as a family (compliments of big Daddy who prepared, cooked, chopped, and baked the entire meal- Nana’s Macaroni and cheese) when Kenley looked at me and asked, “What are you dinking ’bout?”

I replied, “I am thinking about how much I love you. What are you thinking about?”

Kenley’s matter of factly says, “I’m thinkin‘ jeep ride tonight!”.

(Last night she asked Big Daddy if his eyes were dilated- random, but quite a word for out three year old. Neither one of us could figure out where she has heard that lately)

As we one by one finished eating our meal, I noticed that Britton was the last one eating. This is a first as my ensure-only-for-breakfast-child is definitely the picky eater in our family. I praised her for eating well tonight, and said scrapped the last bite of her ‘Nana’s Macaroni and Cheese’ dish, licked her lips and said, “I’ve turned into Kenley.”

My sweet girls are now fast asleep, together, in Kenley’s twin size bed! They are each other’s best friends (in fact, someone recently asked B who her best friend was and she quickly and without hesistation said ‘Kenley’). They have so much in common and Kenley sure does look up to B, wanting to do everything she does, repeating the same phrases (including some of the not-so-cute whining episodes lately). I am so happy to have two little girls.

Your View

Our pastor delivered a sermon this morning based on the following story:

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.

One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room’s only window.
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end.

They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, and their faith.
Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for hose one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats.
Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city
skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn’t hear the band – he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days and weeks passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths, only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the
window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.
On the window seal there was a note, which said “my dear friend, you are probably wondering why I have done this. I have always had the ability to see a world beyond which I can see. I hope that you too can see beyond what is seen in this world, to a place where there are golden roads, blue skies, trees blowing, This is my wish for you.”