Today I was putting Noah down for his most hated activity in the world - his mid-day nap.
He lies down and says "Mommy I'm sad."
Why Noah? [I fully expect him to bemoan how he must now take a nap.]
Actually, I'm not sad...I'm happy.
[Color me surprised.]
You're happy? Why Noah?
Because God is with me.
[Color me shocked.]
Can a two-and-a-half year old really find comfort and even joy in the presence of an intangible but all-powerful and benevolent being?
And if a toddler can, why is it so hard for me?