Almost daily now, she mentions God. Tonight at dinner she knew how tall God is. Yesterday morning,while sitting on the floor in our bathroom, she explained to me how God makes us (with string and a bit of mom and a bit of dad).
Each declaration, a challenge.
Just a few days shy of her 5th birthday last month, she asked me, "do you believe in God?". I explained as carefully as I could my feeling that there are so many beliefs in the world, I don't think there is only One Right Way to believe. She asked again, more pointedly. "But do you believe in the One God?". I answered honestly, by her definition, No.
She responds. "We'll keep that just our little family secret,okay"?
It bothers her. Each mention of God, she looks for my reaction. I wonder what she's trying to work out in that very mature 5 year old mind. I want to help her, but I also want to know that she will believe exactly as I do. I never thought it would be any other way.
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