Thursday, October 23, 2008

Two-Year-Old Musings

My friend Story's two-year-old son Abel gazed out the living room window pensively, his chin resting on his hand, elbow on windowsill. Talking quietly to himself, thinking two-year-old thoughts, we heard him utter the words, "Jesus, where are you?"

Story laughed, gazing at laundry, diapers, dishes, and two children needing her attention. "I wonder that myself sometimes!"

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