Often times with an inquisitive three year old, we hear the question "why" literally hundreds of times a day (no exaggeration). We do our best to answer each question however, sometimes we resort to the simple end-all be-all answer, "Because God made it/us that way."
Yesterday, on the way to Target, we were listening to the radio when "Days of Elijah" (by Twila Paris) came on. I start singing at the top of my lungs, arms in the air (yet still being a cautious driver), giving it all I got. Andrew then asks me to stop singing. Somewhat hurt, I ask why? He doesn't really give an answer, just again asked me to stop singing. I explain that I am praising Jesus and that I like to sing. Then I ask again, "So why do you want me to stop singing?"
I just get a serious look and, "Because that's the way God made us."
Yesterday, on the way to Target, we were listening to the radio when "Days of Elijah" (by Twila Paris) came on. I start singing at the top of my lungs, arms in the air (yet still being a cautious driver), giving it all I got. Andrew then asks me to stop singing. Somewhat hurt, I ask why? He doesn't really give an answer, just again asked me to stop singing. I explain that I am praising Jesus and that I like to sing. Then I ask again, "So why do you want me to stop singing?"
I just get a serious look and, "Because that's the way God made us."
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LOL!!!
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