God cares about little girls and flip flops. :)
One day this week, my Natalie (7 years old) and I were pulling up to the Post Office. My mind wasn't even at the Post Office, but more on the kazillion things I'm behind on. Out of the back seat, I could hear Natalie carrying on a one sided conversation. It went something like this. "Oh, hey!...Really?! (said as an excited squeal)...YAY!!!!....Can I tell Momma?...Tell her now?...Ok, thanks!...Yep, I love you, too." I admit, I was only vaguely interested. You know how imaginative kids are. But then, she piped up from the back seat and informed me that God had told her she had a package at home, and we needed to hurry and get there. I let her check the mail right quick, and didn't even have to chide her to hurry, lol. On the quick drive home, Natalie wondered aloud what could be in her package. I had ordered her a few things, so I knew it was possible that she did have a package. However, I hadn't told her I'd ordered a...