What do you love the most?

I have been told three things you should never discuss in mixed company are politics, religion and money. SO many different opinions and beliefs that any conversation could get heated. I don’t usually write about those three topics either. But today I am. 

I was sitting having coffee this morning and talking with my daughter Olivia. When she has a good night sleep she is very chatty about things. Today was one of those times. I always find humor in what she has to say…and sometimes I am amazed by the thoughts and things she has to say at her young age. I believe she will have a future in Theology (or own stock in Justice- the store she loves almost more than anything!). Today she was telling me how in the Bible, the book of Exodus tells how people would put gold inside a cow and worship the cow. I told her that meant they worshiped money over God. She said ” I know and that isn’t right”. She continued to go on and say how you can love things – like oreos, swimming, margaritas (I think that was directed towards me), but as long as you love God more – it is ok to love those things a lot. While my husband and I have had heated discussions on HOW and WHERE we worship, my children at their young age are grounded and know that without the love for GOD first, nothing else matters. Olivia always surprises me and teaches me so much – how to slow down and appreciate HOW and WHY we have the things we have – material and otherwise. At night when she says her prayers – she always has the standard “no scary dreams”, “no scary shadows”, “a good night sleep”, “no scary storms” and then goes deep “help take care of the poor and give them what they need”, “help those where the floods are so that they maybe safe” and even “God bless Maddie at the Dr. that she doesnt have to get shots and if she does that she will be strong”….. (side note – as I am writing this the song “Teach Your Children Well” by Crosby, Stills and Nash is on)

I know and believe that with GOD in our lives…all things are possible. I love that my 8 year old daughter helps me see this everyday in ways I may be too busy to notice or even think about.



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