Peculiar Children.

So I've asked them to water the daisy plant that I have neglected.

All I hear is giggle, giggle, screech , bubble, laughter....

Its AWESOME.

I don't if this will ever end.

Loving.

For the sake of it.

For the fun of it.

For the seriousness of it.

I sometimes ask.

Is it a bad thing to be real with them?!?

I tell them there is no Easter Bunny.

Tooth Mouse.Santa...

Am I bad.

 I tell them there is love.

A big hole...

with love in it.

I tell them there is pain and suffering.

Hate and poverty.

Death and slavery.

Poverty and war.

I tell them that they are one day going to be teased.

For being good people.

I tell them to make friends with rejected people.

I tell them that Jesus would probably sit

with the naughtiest Kids.

I tell them to be Peculiar.

Because He Holds the Whole World in His Hands.

No Matter What.

>i<.