Showing posts with label doctrine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label doctrine. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Perceptive

I've known for quite a long time that Little Frog is very perceptive. After all, she couldn't even talk yet when she asked me why the front window in the car didn't have a sun screen like the other windows did. But she's reached a new level this past week. 

The Sunday school lesson was on the disciples waking Jesus because a storm had hit their ship. Frog asked her teacher, "How could Jesus be asleep? He's God, and God doesn't sleep." 

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Concerned

Frog and I were watching a remodeling show, and a commercial for a flood repair company came on.
LF: But floods don't happen anymore!
A: Yes they do. All over the world. Every day.
LF: But, then why did God say that He wouldn't flood anymore?
A: He said He wouldn't flood the whole world to destroy every person again. But small parts of the world still get floods.
LF: Oh. But do people still die?
A: In floods? Yes. 
LF: That's sad. 

Friday, November 7, 2014

Bedtime conversation

"But, Mommy! I asked Jesus to clean my heart, but every day I keep doing bad things, so I have to keep asking and asking."
Ah!! Yay! Mini study on human design and eternal security! And we ended with, "So, I have a clean soul and spirit, but a yucky body, so I'll go to Heaven." Yes. "And now I have a choice to do good or bad." Yes. "But David always does bad because he doesn't have a choice because he's all bad." Haha. Yes. "Ok. So I won't ask Jesus to clean me anymore." Right. Now, you just ask Him to help you make the right choice, and forgive you when you make the wrong one. "Ok. I can sleep now."

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Instruction in sound doctrine.

Monkey led me into the television room. I glanced at what the girls were watching.
"All Dogs Go To Heaven?"
"Yeah, I hadn't actually watched this before," my sister replied.
"No, Mom," Little Frog piped up. "Dogs can't go to Heaven because they don't have souls and can't trust Jesus." Aunt Zizi and I just looked at each other and then both reached over to give Frog high fives. "Good job, girlfriend."