We were sitting in a circle reading our devotional book. We were reading about Sarah’s and Abraham’s disbelief that they were going to have a baby in their old age. As I concluded the reading, Jory made a declaration.
“We don’t have a daddy!” he shouted.
“Yeah, we don’t have a daddy!” Rowan joined in.
“I have a daddy at my house,” Layla added.
Still not sure who this daddy or daddies are that live at her house, but that’s for another day.
“Everyone has a father,” I stated.
“We don’t have a daddy!” Jory repeated.
“We don’t have a daddy!” Rowan said on the heels on her brother’s statement.
“Everyone has a birth mother and a birth father, but they don’t always live with their daddy,” I said, thinking off the top of my head. “Umm, look at Jesus, He didn’t live with His Daddy.” Kinda? He didn’t live with God, per se. I couldn’t think of one person in the Bible who didn’t live with his dad. Though I’ve never heard of the Pharaoh’s daughter having a husband when she adopted Moses. I’ll have to find some people to mention to them next time this comes up.
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