Be Like Coffee
Today Ben asked me to sing him a lullaby before his nap. I croaked out a few words, but had to stop. It wasn't pretty. I promised that I would sing to him soon. "What did you say. . .soon?" he asked gingerly. "Yes, soon. Not yet, but soon, I will be able to sing to you like I used to." I reassured him. "But what if your voice doesn't come back? What if you can't sing anymore?" he asked. "It will and I will." I insisted. Reasoning with his intuitive four-year-old mind, he said satisfactorily, "Soon. . .that means you don't know when, but it will." Then after he lay his head on his pillow, he said, "Does God get mad?" I was not sure where he was going with this question. Did he think God was punishing Mommy by taking her voice away? I said, "Yes." and without thinking first, I went on. "In the Bible, it says that God is a jealous god. He wants us to love him more than any...