Early in the morning just woken up from sleep, my little daughter Cristina (4 y.o) is asking me joyfully:
`What are we eating today at breakfast?`
`Cereals with milk` I answered quickly.
`And should we thank God for these cereals?
`Of course, my dear, so many children wished they had them and they don`t …`
She remained deepened in her thoughts for a moment then:
Mummy, but what does God have at breakfast?`
`What does He have?`
`Yes, what nourishment does He have in the morning?`
`I think that…I hesitate for a moment…with the longing of the man for Him, with this He nourishes himself.`
Cristina mused for an instant with her eyes looking on the kitchen window from where it is seen the blue sky.
Oh, mummy, how sorry I am that I left God starve after me for so many times …`
For only one second I feel like saying the same but ashamed I keep forgiveness in my mind and I just whisper:
`Thank You, God, for You speak through the mouths of the children!`
