Tuesday, August 13, 2013

The story of Jes-was

Several weeks ago , on a beautiful Tuesday morning, Senia Mae and I decided to have our coffees in the hot tub, enjoying the misty sun touched trees as the birds chirped happily together. At that moment, all was right with the world. As I lifted off the cover to the tub, out of the blue Senia Mae blurts out..."Oh, Jesus".

The timing and delivery of her statement was completely off, like many comments she repeats without knowing exactly where and when they should be used, and I quickly tried to offer a proper reply to hide my amused astonishment.

"I know you have heard me say the words Oh Jesus," I said, "and I want you to know that Mommy is wrong when she talks like that. When we talk to Jesus we should thank him for all of our blessings and speak to him like a friend."

"Like Mr. Orin does at church?" she asked innocently.

"Yes. That is the proper way to talk to Jesus. Mommy is going to try harder not to say his name that way anymore. O.k?" She nodded in agreement. I thought the topic was dropped.

Multiple times since then she has caught either one of us mistakenly taking the lord's name in vain, quickly letting us know that we are not supposed to talk to Jesus that way. We agree and thank her for the correction.

Yesterday Senia Mae came up to me and said "I am just going to say Jes-was." I looked at her with a questioned expression, completely unaware of what exactly she was talking about.

"What do you mean, Jes-was?"

"Well if we can't say Jes-is than we can just say Jes-was, right?" It was all I could do to keep it together! What was I supposed to say to that? :)
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