i just cut bedtime really short so i could run down here and write these down.
i don’t know if i spoke at all during eliza’s overtired rambling. i almost missed it too. i had already said goodnight when she asked if i could cuddle her. i gave 2 minutes. here was her monologue:
at bedtime i like to play a game with god that i can only play with god: i count to one and before i get to one god already {know that eliza says “all-weddy” and all other r sounds like that to follow…it adds to the effect} got to 100 counting really slow. no one else can do that. or if they can it’s only because they have that power from god. but i don’t think they do. i might do a bad thing. and that would be god’s fault. {pause} wait, would it? no, wait. that’s our choice. not god’s. can you get in trouble from god? well, why would you when god knew you were going to do it? i think the bible might be all wrong. i mean, god would know if it was. and it might be. but {insert lip smack and raised eyebrows} god knows so that’s all that matters.
her final words bring me comfort…for her and for me and for all the world:
god knows and that’s all that matters.
That’s one of the sweetest things I’ve ever heard. And so true.
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Be still. Thank you for running downstairs.
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Thank you for sharing this :)
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dear, dear eliza….
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I can hear her and see her saying this as if I am right there.
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From the mouths of babes…
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Doesn’t that just sum it all up? Blessed.
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