A few months ago we had a rat living in the slats of a neighbors fence. As the protector of the family, I pulled out the poison and waited for the varmint to die. It did eventually because you could smell it, and man did it stink.
Not long after my youngest child, who is only 4 at the time, began talking about dying and going to heaven- I think we were talking about her grandmother who died a few years ago. Anyway, later that day she said she had a rat in her heart. “A what?” I asked. “A rat Daddy. It died, and now its living in my heart with Jesus.”
I wonder what else is in her heart?
Sunday, October 12, 2008
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