Grace’s new Bible arrived in the mail today. To say she was thrilled is an understatment. She promptly informed me she was retreating to read her newest treasured possesion.
Several moments later she emerges from her room aghast and horrified.
Apparently she had decided to read Song of Solomon.
Why Song of Solomn?
Why out of 66 books did she choose THIS one?
Apparently she got to a part about…ahem…you know…the Shulimites…um….girly parts…and how Solomon…um liked them.
She begged me to ask our pastor to never ever read that passage in church, as it is completly inappropraite.
I tried really hard to stifle my laughter, after all this was very serious…ya know.