I am at a
wedding with my
extended family (sheesh, enough of this theme already). I am sitting in the
church,
nursing my son. The family walks by one at a time, all of them uncomfortable. They think I am being
indecent, offensive, how could I be such a
barbarian and nurse in church? Through all of this I am having a
private conversation with God.
“You don’t mind that I am nourishing my child do you?” I say, with an ironic smile.
God chuckles. “Hell no!” He says.
I ask Him if it really is inappropriate of me to nurse in His church and He laughs, “This isn’t my church!”
He tells me it makes no difference, as He would be anywhere I was, even if I ducked into the bathroom to feed my child.