The Scene: Driving in the car with 5 of my 6 children.
Brogan-five years old -has been very quiet during our drive.
Out of no where he tells me,
"I wish I had power. I wish God would give me power. Like, God Power. Lots of it."
I'm just driving. Telling myself, like I often need to, "You don't need to comment-
he didn't ask you a question, so no need to add your two cents." But, as usually happens I comment anyway.
I start to use this as a "teaching moment" reminding him how God has given him many talents and gifts that he
can use for God. He doesn't seem to be listening.
"If God gave me power I could do a lot of things with it. I would use my power for you Mommy!
I would use my power for you...(he pauses to think) to make you beautiful!!!"
Hhmmph! I let out a strange noise and ask:
"You would, would you? Don't you think Mommy is already beautiful?"
Now-that might sound a bit conceited. But, I'm talking to my five year old. My five year old who is in that incredibly, adorable stage where he thinks when he grows up he will marry me! I love it! He is constantly reminding me how wonderful I am, how much he loves me, and that when he grows up I will be his wife! So...it seems only natural, that at least for right now, he would already think I am beautiful!!!
He is quiet again.
Then replies, "Well, ummm, you are a little bit beautiful."
Hence..the obvious need for some power!
I love that little, blue eyed man!!!!