Last night before bed:
Calvin: Daddy isn't feeling very good, Mama.
Me: No, he's not, sweetie. His tummy hurts.
Calvin, thoughtfully: God can help him.
Me: Yes, he sure can!
Calvin, nodding: He's a nurse, too.
I really don't know how he pieced that together. His father is a nurse and God is his heavenly father, so fathers = nurses? Or God is a healer and Daddy is a healer so healers = nurses?
Or maybe he just looks up to his Daddy so much that he can't imagine anyone, even God, having a more noble profession.
Either way, it is astonishing to watch the Lord work in my little boy's heart and mind.
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