As I was reading the story of Jacob and Esau to my kiddos this morning, God interrupted me through my son.
He was gagging.
He was vomiting.
Right beside me on the couch.
Was he choking on a graham cracker?
No.
Was he ill?
Nope.
Was he emotionally distraut because of Esau's foolishness at selling his birthright for porridge?
Uh uh.
He was checking how far down his throat he could stick his finger before he swallowed it.
Definately a boy thing.
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