I looked up from my book to discover Noah, holding a fistful of Dandelions and other unidentifiable weeds that he had carefully plucked from our not-so-well manicured backyard.
"What are you going to do with those?" I asked.
"Plant them," he answered matter-of-factly.
Only a six year-old would imagine PLANTING weeds.
At least I should be grateful those weeds were no longer in our yard, right?
Together, we found an empty glass flower pot, some leftover top soil and a garden spade.
Noah found a watering can.
I returned to my book.
A few minutes later, he rejoined me.
"I know that the flowers are already dead, but I prayed to God to get them to grow."
I knew I should say something, but wasn't sure how to follow-up.
"Okay," I managed.
But inside I was thinking - Honestly, you can't just pull up a handful of weeds; stick them in a pot; and expect them to grow.
Two days later:
God answered Noah's prayer.
That child has "future minister" written all over him!
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful story. I'm gonna share it with my dad and brother (both ministers). They'll have to credit Noah if they use it in a sermon. :-)
ReplyDeleteGive God all the credit. He and Noah obviously have something special going on.
ReplyDeleteMy little Princess Cara (6yrs old) also brings me dandilions all the time..."Look, mommie, I brought you flowers. She makes me put them in a vase to watch them "bloom".
ReplyDeleteThey do, every time, and we take them outside, blow them and make a wish...adding more weeds to our yard. I love it.