May 15, 2011

Sunday:

Today we went to church, and then came home for nap, and I headed out for a meeting while Nanny Frances was here. Liam always loves to play with her, and likes when she is over. When I got home, we played with blocks for a while, and since Annabelle has started crawling, it was kinda difficult to build any towers because she would always come and knock them over. Liam would get kinda upset and yell, "NO ANBEL!", and I started to get a glimpse of what the days/weeks/months/years have to come. I'll definitely be praying for patience.

Speaking of praying, we said prayers at night tonight, and since Liam has been going through a phase where he's saying he is scared of his room, I told him if he is ever scared, he can always pray to Jesus, and he will come an protect him, comfort him and keep him safe. He stopped for a minute, and said, "I don't like Jesus." I asked him why and he didn't answer. I told him Jesus was nice, and He loves us and wants to take care of us. He said, "Where's Jesus?" I told him in Heaven and He listens to us when we pray. Liam said, "I want to have Jesus." I told him that He's a person, and we can talk to him, but we can't usually see Him. "I want to find Jesus." I then reiterated the not being able to see him, to which Liam replied, "Jesus lost." I chuckled a little bit under my breath, and said he wasn't lost, he was always here, just hard to see. "Jesus talks?" he asked. I confirmed he does talk, but is sometimes hard to hear. Then he said, "I do like Jesus.", to which I was glad to hear. Then started the bed time rambling of, "Jesus has a bed?" "Jesus has a room." "Jesus has a door." "Jesus has an outlet....a light switch....a light bulb...." I told him I didn't know for sure, but if He had a bed, His bedtime may be 8:00 just like his. It was all a very interesting conversation.