Oh I’m so happy you enjoyed it and that it spoke to you! Especially since you’re such a great writer. I am a web thinker and I sometimes wonder if how something like the electricity going out then lights up all these connections in my brain makes sense to others. So thank you for sharing how it landed with you. Very grateful.
I enjoyed the window parts, and how you saw them in people's eyes. But what I found really touching was the close-knit relationship between you and your father. That's priceless.
Thank you! I’m not sure why I thought this but as a small child I guess that’s how they seemed to me. They still do! Priceless is a perfect word. I am very grateful God chose him for my father. He always loved wondering with me and no question was too silly to explore. That is a gift, I think. My father told me I was precious. When we moved back to the states, I learned the hard way that an inquisitive child was considered precocious. It was a rude awakening. But I always had him. ❤️
😂😂😂 It made perfect sense to my child’s mind. I thought, “Oh! He uses gas to light His lamps!” Hence, both are true and now my teacher can’t be angry anymore. However, she did not seem to agree. 😂
Yes you would think! I couldn’t figure out what I had done wrong nor why I was in trouble. I can only guess now as an adult that maybe she thought I was trying to funny? Or sassy? I don’t know. 🤷🏻♀️ I was new and didn’t know questions weren’t always asked to be discussed or answered at the time either. But sort of just a teacher thinking aloud.
Oh, how I wish we could have been little together as you were and still are a precious child of God.
I can see us discovering all kinds of interesting objects and imaginations growing wild. At least I can say I love being an adult with you and being able to be part of this journey. Young, older, me young, old....an honor to walk beside you and share life.
Lovely friend. I think God smiles upon the slightly confused stories of faith we imagine when we are small when they are still making Him the hero.
Thank you! I love how you said that…”still making Him the hero.” Yes it is ever so!
This spoke to me. I truly enjoyed reading a about your relationship with your father.
Oh I’m so happy you enjoyed it and that it spoke to you! Especially since you’re such a great writer. I am a web thinker and I sometimes wonder if how something like the electricity going out then lights up all these connections in my brain makes sense to others. So thank you for sharing how it landed with you. Very grateful.
I enjoyed the window parts, and how you saw them in people's eyes. But what I found really touching was the close-knit relationship between you and your father. That's priceless.
Thank you! I’m not sure why I thought this but as a small child I guess that’s how they seemed to me. They still do! Priceless is a perfect word. I am very grateful God chose him for my father. He always loved wondering with me and no question was too silly to explore. That is a gift, I think. My father told me I was precious. When we moved back to the states, I learned the hard way that an inquisitive child was considered precocious. It was a rude awakening. But I always had him. ❤️
Love your imagination, esp when you compared your Grandma’s gas lamps to God lighting the windows! 😍
😂😂😂 It made perfect sense to my child’s mind. I thought, “Oh! He uses gas to light His lamps!” Hence, both are true and now my teacher can’t be angry anymore. However, she did not seem to agree. 😂
So weird and it probably made you scared to go to school, since you were new!
Well it definitely stifled my questions and answers! But by father gave me colored notebooks and that solved it in a much better way!
That’s so weird that she was angry! It seems that a teacher should find your theory funny and cute, even if it wasn’t scientifically correct!
Yes you would think! I couldn’t figure out what I had done wrong nor why I was in trouble. I can only guess now as an adult that maybe she thought I was trying to funny? Or sassy? I don’t know. 🤷🏻♀️ I was new and didn’t know questions weren’t always asked to be discussed or answered at the time either. But sort of just a teacher thinking aloud.
Thank you for restacking! So gracious.
Oh, how I wish we could have been little together as you were and still are a precious child of God.
I can see us discovering all kinds of interesting objects and imaginations growing wild. At least I can say I love being an adult with you and being able to be part of this journey. Young, older, me young, old....an honor to walk beside you and share life.