change the story

This morning Abby got mad at Andy because he called her Elsa doll fat.

This morning I said "Don't worry, thunder is only God bowling.  She's a very good bowler."
The response: "Mom, God is a BOY."

This morning I wore black stretchy pants instead of jeans because somehow my story is still that God does not look like me and that I am fat.  I learned it when I was 3.  Or 5.  God is a boy and fat is BAD.

How can I change this story for my children?!?!!?!

One day at a time, filled with questions and laughter and more questions.  One more conversation, one more listening ear, one more patient hug.

One more, one more.  One more.