The other morning I found Dorothy laying sideways in the fishbowl. Uh oh. Jay took care of the disposal part of things (while Bug was downstairs), and I decided to take care of breaking the news to Bug. We were outside eating lunch and it seemed the perfect opportunity to have a heart-to-heart."Buggy? Honey? I want to tell you something.""OKAY!! Let's draw something funny with chalk! You be the mommy bear and I'll be the baby bear. OH! There's an ANT eating your banana peeeeeeel!""Bug, I'm gonna tell you something kinda different so I really want you to listen.""Okay Mom. Tell me Mommy!"I decided not to beat around the bush. "Dorothy's dead honey. She died. She went to live with Jesus in heaven.""Ooooh." (pause, frown) "Why did she die?""She might have gotten sick. Sometimes that happens.""I don't think so. I don't think she was sick. What about Nemo? Did he die?""Nope, Nemo's fine.""Let's draw something funny with chalk!" Okay, I guess it wasn't going to be the life-altering, tear-filled conversation I had feared it would be...Hours later I heard her calling to me from upstairs in her room (where we keep her fishbowl):"Mooooooom! Mom! Mom? Can you turn the light on for me so I can watch Dorothy die?"
John 15:19 (NIV) If you belonged to the world, it would love you as its own. As it is, you do not belong to the world, but I have chosen you out of the world. That is why the world hates you.
What We Do
We're a composting, rain-water-collecting, clotheslining, organic-backyard-farming, organic-food-eating, reusable-bag-toting, backyard-chicken-raising family that strives to put God first in everything we say and do. (Is there a political party for that?)