nothing there except Jesus

First of all,

Happy Birthday, to me!

Shameless, I know.




Moving on.



I absolutely must tell you about two conversations with Lucy last night.

We had a rare night when the boys were gone and
the four of us left at home felt a bit
rebellious and sat at the kitchen bar and ate dinner
in front of the TV.

I know, I know.
Please don't tell Dr. Dobson, OK?

So we were watching All in the Family.
Gloria was having a baby.
Right there as we ate our supper,
she was giving birth.

Really nice.

Lucy said,
"What are they doing to her?"

In a very non-sugar coating response I said,
"She's having a baby."

Lucy,
"What?? How is she having a baby?"

Me,
"They are taking it out of her tummy"
(Very vague...in desperate hope that she wouldn't push further)

She pushed.
(punny)

"How are they getting it out of her tummy?"

Well, for heaven's sakes what have I done here?

"Lucy, it is coming out of...(me pointing to you-know-what)"

She put her hand over her mouth
and giggled profusely.

Girl, it isn't so funny when you're on that end of it, trust me.



THEN....

She insisted I come to her office for a doctor's appointment.

(Thankfully by this point she had forgotten about the
baby thing...or she simply thought there was
no way possible I could do such a thing.)

She gave me a thorough exam.

And as she listened to my heart very carefully,
she announced,

"There's nothing there except Jesus."

Love that!

Then she said,

"OK, you're done. Get up and go away."


Oh, that girl.