As a reluctant atheist, it will be interesting to watch how my children’s belief in God develops. Part of my hopes that they are able to find the faith that eludes me, but part of me would understand if they struggled with religion as I have.
Yesterday my daughter seemed to walk this line perfectly.
God made the world, Daddy. And then on the seventh day, he was so tired that he rested.
She paused for a moment then added:
I wouldn’t rest on the seventh day, Daddy. I’d play. I’m never too tired to play. Silly God.