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I snuck downstairs to change out the laundry.  The girls were upstairs playing dress up.  Tiaras, capes, dresses, and fancy plastic shoes.  I was enjoying a minute of quiet time, thinking to myself, worrying about the week to come, when M. quietly walked into the laundry room dressed to attend a princess ball.

"Mom.  Can I share something with you?" She asked.

I smiled to her as these were not the usual words from a four year old, but it was sweetness to my ears.

"Of course, M.," I responded and continued to fold the warm clothes.

"I don't want to die forever," she told me.

I wondered to myself,  "Where in the world did this come from?" as I quickly flipped through my internal files about "How to respond to the fear of dying."

I stopped folding the clothes and kneeled down right in front of her.  I turned to God for the answers.

"I know that dying seems scary.  I don't want you to worry about dying.  God is in control.  Remember that we are only here on Earth as people for a short time, but if you believe in Jesus, if you let him into your heart, we will be in heaven together forever ... "

Just as I was feeling solid about my response and was going to say more, M. interrupted.

"Mom, when is Daddy going to show us that flying helicopter?"

I looked to where she was pointing and realized her worry was gone.  She had moved on, but for that slight moment I was able to share with her about Jesus.

I hate to see my baby girls worry.  Especially worry about something that they have no control over.  Hmmm... I'm guessing that's how God feels about me and my worries.  I need to do a little more trusting and have more faith in His plans.  It's time for me to move on too.

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  1. Wow, Michelle. It's clear you found the right place in your brain since your response was spot-on. Well-handled!

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  2. Where did that question come from? God gave you the right answer and He gave her a distraction to take her mind off her "worries". We all need to turn those worries and problems over to God and let Him handle them. The problem is: we always take them back the next moment and think that we can/should handle them. Praying that you can turn your worries and problems over to God and let Him do the worrying. Love ya, Mom

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  3. Delightful recollection of a wonderful moment!

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  4. Your daughter is lucky to have you as a mom.

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  5. What a sweet moment. It is so funny how they can turn on a dime in their thoughts but often it lingers for us.

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  6. yes. We so share similar experiences, it makes me wonder how many children across the world asked their parents about dying yesterday . . . And the range of responses :-)

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