My Protector

Sometimes our little guys and girls simply amaze me. The world really is quite simple to figure out... people are either mean or kind, things are either good or bad... things really are black or white to children.
Tonight Ella was not all that co-operative going to bed or getting out of the bath. Just a few minutes ago I told her how tired I was, that I had a bad day, and that she wasn't making life easy for me. She asked, "Why?" (did I have a bad day). I just said, "Work!". Then as most 4 year olds do she asked, "Why?"again and again. I thought about giving the same answer, but I didn't want to be asked "Why?" 50 thousand more times! So I decided to explain that not everyone has the same heart we do... not everyone has love in their hearts like we do... not everyone knows Jesus. Now she insists on going to work with me to teach people about Jesus and His love. Though some of them may benefit from her "teaching" and some of them may understand it better coming from someone of their own intelligence... I don't think that my boss would allow a four year old in the garage with all those big trucks!