Since promotion Sunday at church, Gracie is officially too old to stay in the nursery during church. She is old enough to attend children's church, but she gets a little overwhelmed with all of the older kids, even though Nathan is there with her.
Yesterday, when it was time to send the kids out of the sanctuary to children's church, we asked her if she wanted to go with Nathan. She told us she wanted to stay with us, but when I told her that her friend Nate was going, she changed her mind. She went running down the hall, and I followed at a distance to make sure she was okay.
I peeked in and saw her sitting next to her brother and she looked just fine, so I went back to church. About 3/4 of the way through the sermon, Gracie comes tip-toeing up the center aisle looking for us. (We learned later that she made the entire congregation behind us stifle their laughs because she was "sneaking" up the aisle with great big, exaggerated steps) We got her settled with a coloring book and turned our attention back to the pastor.
It just so happened that our pastor did a great deal of talking about grace of the God variety. He had the music minister come up and lead us in singing Amazing Grace. It was all I could do not to laugh every time Grace heard her name. She would loudly whisper, "That's my name!" Thankfully, the music was loud enough that no one else could hear her.
I think I need to speak to our pastor about eliminating any talk about grace until ours is old enough to understand that he is not talking about her! No? Yeah, I guess the gospel is meaningless without grace. That won't work. We'll have to think of an alternate plan.