When You Just Can’t Raise the Dead
Having worked at my computer for what seemed like many hours, I came upstairs expecting a breather. What I heard though could have easily taken my breath away. “She’s dead,” my little five year old Jonah told me with much seriousness, “but don’t worry, she’ll come back again.” Standing over his little sister (who did indeed looked dead), Jonah stretched out his arms and then said with much confidence, “Sophia get up.” You see, Jonah was having a busy morning. Up to that point