tonight as i was putting hiba to bed, we had a sweet conversation. it went something like this:
hiba: i don't want you to leave, i don't want to be in here by myself.
me: awww, don't worry. matthias is here. and Jesus.
hiba: yeah. Jesus is always with me. (and I am thinking "awesome. she gets it. she listens to me. sweet.") what about God?
me: yes, God is always with you, too.
hiba: yeah, like when the shark is chasing me, Jesus and God can be the door and then i can't get into the shark's mouth.
uhhh. sure. that's totally what i meant.
hiba: i don't want you to leave, i don't want to be in here by myself.
me: awww, don't worry. matthias is here. and Jesus.
hiba: yeah. Jesus is always with me. (and I am thinking "awesome. she gets it. she listens to me. sweet.") what about God?
me: yes, God is always with you, too.
hiba: yeah, like when the shark is chasing me, Jesus and God can be the door and then i can't get into the shark's mouth.
uhhh. sure. that's totally what i meant.
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Wow it doesn't get better than that!
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