This morning while Zach and I were cleaning up from lunch, Staley went upstairs. When I headed up to check on her, she was sitting on the floor of our bedroom with my Bible open on her lap, 'reading' out loud. A little later when she came downstairs, she was asked what she was reading. I interjected with, "You were reading Mommy's Bible, weren't you?" Staley responded, "No. I was reading the book that was teaching me how to fly."
I'm no Bible scholar, but I'm surprised that I haven't stumbled across that section of the Bible. I guess somewhere between loving your neighbor and giving to the poor is hidden a few verses about how to defy gravity. I can see that spicing up a Sunday morning sermon.