Not to be outdone by her little sister, Bryn recently shared a humorous theological interaction with me as well. At church, one of the elders gave a prayer thanking God for sending us Jesus and allowing us to have Him live in our hearts. I realized that while Bryn and I pray together every day and talk about God, I had never actually used the phrase "Jesus living in our hearts" with her before. So I tried to talk to her about it. The conversation went a little something like this:
Me: Bryn, does Jesus live in your heart?
Bryn (horrified): No, Mommy!
Me: Why not, sweetie?
Bryn: There are already two babies in my belly! I do not want Jesus in my heart. I would be too, too full.
Me (laughing): Oh, honey, when we say that Jesus lives in our hearts, that doesn't mean there is a person inside of us. It just means that we love Jesus. Do you understand?
Bryn: Yes, Mommy.
Me: So do you love Jesus?
Bryn: Oh yes.
Me: So that means that he lives in your heart, right?
Bryn: No! He does not live in my heart.
Me (confused): So then where does He live?
Bryn (with a look that can only be described as "duh"): In my Bible!