So, the other night, Aidan started knocking on the under side of the dinner table while we were all eating. After doing it a few times, I said, "who's there?" Aidan said, "it's Webb!" (the name of his best little buddy). Honor quickly interjected, "NO! It's Jesus!"
The remaining conversation went something like this:
until they both dissolved in laughter. This continues to remain a heated debate at our dinner table whenever someone "knocks" on the table.
It makes me smile every time.
That is funny!
Oh I miss you guys!
Honor, it's "I stand at the door and knock" not "I crawl under the table and knock," although I wouldn't put it past Jesus if that's what it took to get one's attention. Is he knocking at your door, Honor? I know he is, and I thank him for it!
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