so, the other day, i pulled in the driveway, and the neighbor girls were jumping on their trampoline. except the little one, who was walking around the grass.
i walked over and started talking to her. she’s about 4, maybe..?? super cute, carrying around this long, forked stick, like she could be searching for water.
she finally asked “what’s your name?” (cool, now she can’t hold it against me that i forgot her name…) i said “mr. erik. what’s your name?” (i thought it was Grace, but sometimes my memory can’t be trusted.)(usually). she said “mumble GRACE mumble mumble” i said “hillary grace?” she said “no. mumble GRACE mumble mumble” i asked again, and she gave up and said “i don’t know”
i let my little dog out, and we chased him around for a minute. then, as i was trying to break away and go inside, she said “maybe i can stay at your house tonight”!! in this day and age, one just doesn’t quite know how to respond to that… so i said “maybe sometime. we’ll have to check with your mom.” she paused, looked over at my house, thought for a second, then said “which room could be mine?”
sooooooo cute.
but now i’m wondering about my own spirit of hospitality…. or lack thereof.
i’m also reminded (by her name) about a sermon i think everyone involved in sharing food should hear; GRACE, by Francis Chan. please, please, PLEASE go listen to it. it’s your homework for the week…..
here’s a link to it;
http://www.cornerstonesimi.com/media_player.php?f=2007-10-14_Francis_Chan_Grace.mp3
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