Years after I stopped going to church my children would sometimes come home and tell me how they were talking about me or our family and how I didn’t go to church and they needed to help us. (They overheard)
We would then laugh and discuss what stories we ought to tell them for them to be more concerned about us.
We ended up having a lot of fun in these discussions all while being kind. We knew these people meant well and wanted what they felt was the best for us. It’s just funny when you are doing okay with God and others don’t know how to see that and so they think they need to bring you back.
But we thought of some great things to say…
whispered wind and cracked cement 
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