The Boss
(When Nate was four years old) On the way home from church, my 4-year-old grandson asked, “Grandma, when we get home today, can I help daddy mow?” (Daddy is his granddaddy, my husband). “No,” I told him, “we don’t mow on Sundays.” “Why not?” he asked. “Sunday is our day of rest. God doesn’t want us to mow grass today.” “Why do we have to do what God says?” he wondered. “Because God is the boss,” I told him. Huffily, he replied, “God is not the boss!” I questioned him. “Then who is God?” “God is GOD.” “And then who… Continue reading