The best time of day is when bath and supper time are behind us and we can just enjoy playing with our girls before bed time. Usually the time isn’t long enough and we have to go straight to story time, but last night we seemed to do everything an hour earlier than normal and had extra time to play.
Whilst my husband sat with our youngest daughter in one room, I got to play “baby baby” with our eldest daughter. This game is every tired mother’s dream as one gets to lie down, be wrapped in a blanket and get pampered. My daughter ran back and forth tucking me in, kissing my forehead and making me imaginary cake as she played being my mommy.
After a little while she decided that it was story time and she took Finding Nemo from our shelf. She opened the book even though she can’t read yet, turned to one of the pages and said, “And then God found Nemo. The end.”
I don’t know where she got the idea that Nemo’s dad was God. Perhaps she mixed it up with the parable of the shepherd looking for his sheep and how God our Father searches for one of us if we are lost. Perhaps it was just a slip of the tongue. But as always, I seemed to learn another lesson from my daughter as I was reminded about God’s persistence in looking for us if we go astray.
Luke 15 vs 3-7
“Then Jesus told them this parable: “Suppose one of you has a hundred sheep and loses one of them. Doesn’t he leave the ninety-nine in the open country and go after the lost sheep until he finds it? And when he finds it, he joyfully puts it on his shoulders and goes home. Then he calls his friends and neighbors together and says, ‘Rejoice with me; I have found my lost sheep.’ I tell you that in the same way there will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent.”