I was meeting with a group of 2nd – 5th graders an hour before Wednesday night church services for a little devotional and play time. Two sisters came in a little late, both crying. I asked the older what was wrong and she told me that they had lost their new dog Muffy.
Feeling the need to help these two little girls’ spirits, I gathered everyone around in a circle to hold hands. “I’m going to pray about Kelsey and Shawnee’s little dog Muffy,” I told the group. We bowed our heads, and I prayed and asked God to return little Muffy back to Kelsey and Shawnee. I was feeling really good about helping comfort these two sweet girls until I finished the prayer. At that point the oldest of the two girls looked up at me and said, “Our dog’s not like ‘lost’. He’s dead and we don’t want him back. That’d be really gross.”
I felt so helpful.