December Twenty-sixth; Three Year Olds Can Be Brutally Honest

The three year old boy asked me, “What color are your eyes?”

“Green, why?”

“I don’t like them.”

“You don’t like the color of my eyes? Why?”

“I like my mommy’s eyes.”

“That’s good. What color is your mommy’s eyes?”

“Brown.”


It was my day to help in the nursery at church. Today there was only three boys, and they were content for most of the hour to enjoy creating with play dough. A couple of times we had to intervene when two wanted the same toy, but it was usually an easy fix. The one who does not like the color of my eyes demanded that I watch his every move. Watch him make a hole in the play dough. Watch him cut it with a plastic knife. Watch him do what ever act he was performing at the moment. There was only three so it wasn’t difficult. There was another lady in there with me so if one of us was focused on one, the other adult had the other two covered.


This actually has me remembering and considering what was said earlier in Sunday School. There are people who cannot handle jobs in which people come to them with problems. A manager of a company, the pastor of a church for examples. Walking away because of being overwhelmed with so many issues.
Then there is God. Hearing a billion prayers, requests, demands for answers to problems and concerns. Constant, nonstop prayers from those who have needs, who are struggling, who have made mistakes and need help. Those who are lost in many ways, needing direction. The constant barrage of prayers, thoughts, pleas from every direction.


Some times the answer is yes, and one sees immediate results. Sometimes it may be wait, not yet. That answer may be years in coming, but it will come. And yes, sometimes, the answer is no. Usually because He has something better in mind. But which ever answer we get, He never stops loving us. He never abandons or leaves us alone. He is always with us, protecting and providing. But we do have to ask.


The same three year old who doesn’t like my eye color was growing impatient waiting for his parents to come get him. He was going home to have lunch. I asked if I could come along and he said no. I asked what he was having and he said they were going to a restaurant and he was having cheese. I had to go to my own home.


When services were over and the parents arrived to collect their kids, each asked if they were good. Oh yes. They were fine. Anything contrary to that was minor and unworthy of mention because they got along and played together so well. As the last child left, I took one last look around the room. Everything had been picked up and put away, we turned off the light and walked through the building toward the doors going to the area where we had parked.

I love spending time with the children because they are so much fun and imaginative. Even if their honesty can be a bit brutal at times. I love being in church in the fellowship with other Believers. The feeling is different, stronger, more bonding. I can watch the videos or the live streaming. I will get the lesson from the viewing. What I won’t get is the bonding and the collective emotional strength from being with others. I know that there is a different feeling a different type of peace that comes with getting out on your own in nature and feeling the comfort of God’s Spirit fill you. 


Sitting here now at home, having eaten a late breakfast with no cheese, I still smile at his honesty. I don’t like your eyes, I like my mommy’s. But because we are wonderfully made, I know God loves me green eyes and all.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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12 Responses to December Twenty-sixth; Three Year Olds Can Be Brutally Honest

  1. cheriewhite says:

    🤣😂🤣😂 Little children can be brutally honest, can’t they! But you’re so right, God accepts and loves us for all that we are! Such a heartwarming post, Rebecca. ❤

  2. John says:

    it’s sad that we adults lose this sense of wonder and honesty that children have. Ask the boy if he likes green eggs and ham! 😂 Have a wonderful day, Rebecca.

  3. pkadams says:

    So can teenagers 😬.

  4. This happens with young kids. Sometimes they love being with their friends.

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