We were visiting a church yesterday, when the pastor said to tell person sitting nearest that they are not perfect. I was sitting nearest to Spider Droid and I decided to switch it up a little. So, I leaned over and said "I'm not perfect." S.D. leaned back into me and uttered one of his new found favorite phrases: "Not my problem."
In his own 10 year old obnoxious laden way he nailed it right on the head. My imperfection is not ostensibly any other person's problem. Later in the sermon, the pastor spoke to that issue by saying that God loves you. God's love is the only way to perfect the imperfect. I am so glad that when Jesus made a way to deal with my imperfection, He uttered "It is finished" rather than "Not my problem."
Black Beauty Literature Unit
3 months ago
1 comment:
Hahahahaha! That kid's a keeper!
Peace and Laughter!
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