Tonight before dinner, Noah put the cat out and got scratched on the leg in the process (by a spoiled cat who hates to go outside). Twenty minutes later, while we were at the table eating, he looked at his leg and noticed the scratch. Here was our converstation:
Noah: "God must be at the beach, just hanging out."
Me: "What?"
Noah: "Yea, that's where He is, at the beach. That's why He's not here healing my scratch".
I'll have to remember that when "God's not here" for me, too! On the other hand, I'm always up for a trip to the beach......
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