In church one Sunday, my daughter was drawing pictures on index cards as she often does during the sermon. I had no idea that she was listening to the minister. She suddenly stopped drawing, walked around her dad to me, and whispered, “See, I told you God did not want you to punish me.”
I could not help but laugh. I have no idea how she got that from the sermon. I’ll confess. . . I no longer remember the sermon. But I can still hear my daughter, she repeated it a couple of times to make sure I heard.
