Several weeks ago, our neighbor, Jerry, asked Aubrey(4) to marry him. He has a black lab and she loves dogs, so she said yes.
When she told Zeb of her marriage proposal he VEHEMENTLY objected, “Nope, he’s too old for you. You have to marry someone closer to your age!” (Don’t know Jerry’s exact age, but he IS old enough to be her grandfather.)
That night while I was tucking her in bed and we were saying our prayers we had a conversation, again, about getting married and all the reasons she couldn’t marry her Daddy OR Jerry. And that she could go ahead and be praying for her husband now, for God to bless him and take care of him.
In the following days, she began talking about Christian. He was very handsome and she was going to marry HIM, instead of “Mr. Jerry.”
“Momma, him is so sweet to me…” she would say.
“Aubrey, where did you meet him? Does he go to your school? Does he come to Bible study?”
She would get frustrated and say, “YOU KNOW….CHRISTIAN…”
I would say, “No, baby, Mommy doesn’t know him.”
This went on for DAYS. Until one day she finally snapped and screamed at me, “MOMMA, YOU SAID I WAS GOING TO MARRY HIM!!!! RENEMBER???”
I had a sudden flashback to our conversation in the bed that night:
Me: You can’t marry Mr Jerry because he’s too old and you can’t marry your Daddy, because he’s your daddy.
A: But who will I marry Momma?
Me: I don’t know his name, but I’m sure he will be a Christian (here’s my own a-ha moment), and handsome and very sweet to you…
(Cut back to our current conversation.)
I started laughing.
“Baby, he’s going to BE a Christian, I don’t know what his name is!”
Aubrey said “What’s a Christian?”
“Someone who loves Jesus. Do you love Jesus?”
“Yes,” she said.
“Then you are a Christian, too!”
She looked at me like I had lost my mind and walked out of the room.