Talking to God...

Jenna was eating lunch and she turned to me.  Ashley was crabby so she ate a snack and was napping so it was just Jenna at the kitchen table.  She had a funny look on her face.  I didn't say anything.  I was waiting for her to tell me something if she wanted to.  

Then she blurted out, "I was talking to God."  

I told her that was okay.  We've talked about all the ways one can talk to God.  Praying out loud or in your head.  Or just talking...He can always hear you and know what you want and need.  So, she was talking quietly to God.  

I started this blog to document all of this and things got...I don't know how to describe this so I will just type it out...

Jenna turned to me and this is the conversation we had-

Jenna: "God says I need some macaroni and cheese to go with this."

Me: "Um, okay.  What does God sound like?!"

Jenna: "He speaks quietly.  Like a whisper."

I said nothing in reply.  What does one say to that?  I was thinking, "Hmmm, so she DOES know what a whisper is even though she can't whisper to save her life!"

I tried, unsuccessfully, to tell her it was more than likely her conscience, speaking to her.  That she was listening to herself, not God.  But she was ADAMANT.  

Anyway...

It gets...um...kind of funny now - 

I heard her shouting, "Jesus, you've got to speak to me now!"

"Jesus?!"

"Jesus, I'm speaking to you."

I was trying not to laugh out loud and I began to shake from holding in the laughter.  Tears were streaming down my face.  And just when I thought I would make it without laughing in front of her I heard:

"God.  Speak now. Speak to me now please.  You reading The Bible?!"  (This was said standing up, at the table, reaching toward the heavens.  We aren't at all dramatic.)

OH WOW.  I was howling.  I was bawling.  She didn't seem fazed in the least.

She is now eating macaroni and cheese.  I mean, what if it WAS God.  I don't wanna chance it.  Would you?!

(I realize now, whether God was talking to Jenna or not, that God did do this for me.  I have had a rough week and I am on empty.  I felt I had nothing left.  I was tired (I still am) and was feeling sorry for myself this morning (not anymore).  Then all of this happened and I was laughing so hard I was crying.  :o)  )

Keep going for party pictures I posted earlier today...