So, here I am with a small pile of random papers in front of me with cute, interesting, or encouraging things that I've heard or read in the last year. Here they are in no particular order:
John Wesley regarding money:
"Gain as much as you can, save as much as you can, so you can give as much as you can."
"Jesus, Thank you that Mr Cross gets better, but if he goes to heaven than he gets to see Noah first."
"Dod, Sank you Desus died on tross..."
"He is risen. He is risen indeed!"
Livvy to Sammy:
"You're doing what Daddy does. He says, 'Yeh, that's nice,' but he's really not looking."
"God's not busy. He's just waiting for His children."
"Yeah, mommy can't move the couch 'cause we don't want another dead baby."
"Rid me of myself, Lord I lay me down."
"Hey Mom. All the kids are wearing tennies. I bet God has the biggest tennies of all."
"Mom, you're supposed to be slow to get angry."
"No throw Desus down laundy choot. No puke at Desus."
"No. We have 4 boys."
Sammy & me:
"Mommy. Are their playgrounds in heaven?"
"I don't know, maybe. The Bible doesn't say anything about playgrounds. But it does say that the streets are paved with gold and that Jesus went there ahead of us to prepare mansions for us."
"Wow! That'd be da best I 'py game ever! 'I 'py somesing gold.' Ha! Ha! Ha!"
Ben & me:
"Where's Desus? Me no see Him."
"He's in heaven. But God is everywhere. He sees and hears everything we say and do."
"Me no see Him."
"Nope. We can't see Him."
"Me no like Desus."
"He heard that."
"Mom. Can I hold baby? He's so stinkin' cute."
"How old is Noah?"
"Well... He went to heaven 1 year ago."
"No. I mean how old is he?"
"What do you mean?"
"Maybe God can tell you you're adult and than you are. Or that you're 10 and you are."
Me every night as I put the kids to bed:
"Tomorrow is... We're doing... and we'll have fun because we're together."
I'm sure I'll do this again. There's bound to be more cute things that I write down and I'm sure to find more little pieces of paper floating around somewhere.