One time last month, Noelle and I were eating breakfast together, while the two other girls were still asleep (I love one-on-one moments with my girls).
Noelle: How come I’m the only one in the family who doesn’t like sauce?
Me: Yeah, there are people who like it, there are people who don’t. Remember my old blog about our preferences in eating our hotdog? We’re all different. You ate yours without bread, nothing on it. Danae ate hers with bread and just mayo. I ate mine with bread and just ketchup, since they didn’t have mustard (and I would have much preferred tomato ketchup). Daddy ate his with bread, ketchup and mayo, but he likes everything.
Noelle: What do you mean he likes everything?
Me: Like if there was pickle relish, he would be okay with putting pickle relish.
Me: Haha. But that’s what makes Daddy a good missionary. He can do those things. He can eat anything.
Noelle: I can’t do that. I’m picky.
Me: Hehehe yeah. But, Noelle, what if God tells you to go on missions?
Noelle: (smiling and without batting an eyelash) I’ll bring lots of food.
Hahahaha. We got a laugh out of that one. But more so, I was blessed hearing that she is still willing to obey God despite her unwillingness to eat certain food. Ready to go for God, despite her reluctance to try the unfamiliar. God bless her heart. ❤