We prayed together.
I prayed first.
I prayed and thanked God for our day, for fun friends, and for our family.
I prayed that she would love Jesus passionately every day of her life.
I paused in my prayer and quietly I heard her say:
"God, you are big and strange."
I had the kind of week where I was looking for God and could see His hand at work, but I seriously wondered what He was up to. I may not have put it in to words the way Talia did, but I have to admit, when she said it, my heart laughed and agreed.
God is big.
God seems strange.
"For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways."
Isaiah 55:8, NIV