Covered

This picture has nothing to do with this post, but you know ... I can't write a post without a picture.

L {age 6}: “Does God take your bones or just your heart?”

R {age 8}: “No, your bones go into the ground, into the dirt.”

S {age 9}: “Yes, don’t you know, we were made from dirt.”

L: “Eh, we were made from dust?”

S: Pointing to her dark skin “Yes, you see, made from dirt!”

L: “Caralina, were we made from the dirt?”

Me: “Yes, that’s what the Bible says.”

L: “What about you, you were made from dirt?”

Me: “Yes.”

S: “But you’re WHITE!”

Me: “Well, the Bible says we were all made from the dust.”

R: “And then God covered you?!?”

I had this conversation right after baby Maria passed away.  I held in my laughter until after I walked away, and then I couldn’t help but laugh.  It was a good little humor break to a rough day.