This just in from one of the moms at The Episcopal Church of St. Paul:
Chloe, Ellie, Johanna, Michael & respective moms attended one of Montclair Art Museum's great kids' programs today. The theme was Native American art, and the project was to make a "singing doll" out of clay.
As you can imagine, the kids' sculpting was heartily encouraged even if their character-stuffed dolls (pets, rocks, snowmen etc...) strayed a bit from the assignment at hand. (They're going to make awesome father's day presents!)
Fast forward to bedtime, when Chloe punctuated the silence after a lovely quiet chat in the dark with:
"Mommy? We are, kind of, sculptures that God made."
*Shiver, sigh*
I can't think of a better way to start my day.
"Finally, I suspect that it is by entering that deep place inside us where our secrets are kept that we come perhaps closer than we do anywhere else to the One who, whether we realize it or not, is of all our secrets the most telling and the most precious we have to tell." Frederick Buechner
Come in! Come in!
"If you are a dreamer, come in. If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, a Hope-er, a Pray-er, a Magic Bean buyer; if you're a pretender, come sit by my fire. For we have some flax-golden tales to spin. Come in! Come in!" -- Shel Silverstein
1 comment:
Wow. I miss the little ones. This is a really great way to end my day. Thanks for the story.
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