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Budding imagination.

Cub’s imagination is budding.  Today, when I arranged our couch pillows in a circle and called it a nest, he asked, “Where are the eggs?” and helped me put his soccer balls, basketball, and footballs in the middle for eggs.  Posts are door frames, and he shuts imaginary doors.  Leaves are scary monsters that really do frighten him, so he’ll pep talk himself out of his fear — “It’s a leaf, it’s a leaf.”  The big truck is me, the little truck is him.  Animals talk, and cars go nigh nigh.

That imagination can be used for either so much good or so much evil in his life.  It can help him or haunt him.  He can use it in Christ’s service or his own.

Ah.

Praying for his imagination tonight.

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