The Mouth of Babes

Tonight in the car Holt and I had a theological conversation about whether or not God sleeps. Pretty good question for a six year old. His evidence was that on the seventh day God rested. To him, this means an afternoon nap.

I quoted him Psalm 121:3-4:

He will not let your foot slip—
he who watches over you will not slumber;

indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.

I think I pulled a muscle as I reached so far to pat myself on the back for a) having this deep Godly conversation with my son and b) actually being able to quote the scripture. We didn't have Awanas or Bible Drill when I was growing up.

Then the conversation turned to Mouse's deep desire for a pink princess bedroom. For starters, she doesn't have a bedroom at all. And if she did, I promise she wouldn't last in there five minutes after light's out. Holt was explaining to her that he's six and a half and makes Juliana sleep on his bottom bunk, so no way would she be old enough to sleep by herself. It's scary, after all.

Without pausing, she made the biggest DUH comeback I've heard in awhile. "Well, Holt (draw this out three syllables), God will be in there with me and He NEVER sleeps!"

Touche.