Like any other 5-year-old child, she has been curious. We’ve talked about her older brother’s inability to control his body.
She knows that the hand that flies into her face/hair when she gets close enough – it’s a reflex unrestrained.
This concept builds, as her thoughts travel down many roads.
We’ve also had short conversations here and there about the heart.
Tonight her tear-filled words gave new angle to old truth.
Me: “You really shouldn’t have hurt Kate like that. Several times today you did things to her that were mean. There are consequences for mean things.”M: I didn’t want to do them!! I don’t know why I can’t control my heart!! I really wish I could control my heart!! (tears)Me: I’m sorry M, even when we feel like we aren’t in control, we are still responsible for those times.M: (tears increasing) I don’t know what’s wrong with me, that my heart does that!!! (both hands over heart)
I’m just like Blue* on the inside! (very upset) My heart does things that I don’t want it to do and I can’t control it!!!!
For I do not do the good I want to do, but the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing. – Romans 7:19