You know, I serve a God of restoration. I am glad that I do. I am glad that friendships can be restored. My mom used to tell my brother and I (usually when we were arguing) that friends would come and go, but we would always be family. The church is a family. We go through things that, sometimes, aren't pretty. But we will always be family. We are all the children of God. A God of restoration.
Speaking of restored friendships...
I am in the nursery on Wednesday nights with a fun toddler...usually, it is just us. We often struggle with whose job it is to pick up the blocks that he has dumped all over. This happened a few weeks ago...
Jeremy: "Miss Kelly, I'm dirty."
Me: "Okay, let's change you."
Jeremy: "I've got to put it in the toilet."
Me: "Um, no"
Jeremy: "That's what I do at my house."
Me: "Well, this is God's house."
Jeremy: "He needs to come clean up the blocks then."
Nice...
A new season of Therapy & Theology is here!
1 week ago
1 comment:
I love that story! . . . and I'm thankful for restored friendships, too.
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