Chicken Pot Pie and the Big Lie

Last night for dinner I quickly threw together a Chicken Pot Pie. The girls both like it, and it's easy to throw together when I fail to plan ahead, as I did yesterday. When Big Girl was little, she used to call it, "chicken pie pie," so it will forever be one of those special things to Hubby and me.

To literally spice things up just a little, I tossed in some Italian herbs along with the cream of chicken soup, canned chicken and frozen vegetables before topping it with the bisquick crust and tossing it into the oven. It adds a nice flavor.

Big Girl doesn't really care for the herbs, so I made a little section of the dish that didn't have any and marked it with a toothpick.

When dinner was served, the girls, Hubby and I dived in to the chicken pie pie. Both girls finished their servings quickly (which is quite remarkable for Little Girl, the slowest eater I've ever witnessed) and requested seconds. Hubby gladly served the seconds to both of them. After just a moment, Big Girl started to wander away from the table, claiming to be full. To give her a chance to be honest, Hubby asked her if she was really full, or if she just didn't want to eat the part with the herbs. She said she was full, and was excused from the table.

Little Girl continued eating. When LG finished, she asked for a banana, and we happily gave her one.

Upon hearing the talk of bananas from the other room, Big Girl came running, asking for a banana. Hubby asked her again if she was full, as she had said earlier, and she now claimed she wasn't. We don't often call such seemingly innocent little inconsistencies to the carpet, but this time, since he had made a point of letting her come clean earlier, he dug in. When she realized she was cornered, she had a visceral reaction. She melted into a pool of tears right there on the chair. That quickly changed into her yelling at him "I'm really mad at you right now," in a very disrespectful and ugly tone of voice. We don't let that sort of thing go, not ever. He even asked her at that point, "Are you being disrespectful to me?" She said, "YES!" At that point she was sent upstairs to her room.

A little while later, maybe 5 minutes or so, Hubby went up to her room to have a little talk with her. He asked her, "Why did you cry when I caught you lying to me?" Her answer broke his heart: "I was afraid you wouldn't love me anymore." He had a loving, reassuring talk with her about unconditional love, and sin. It was an important talk that needed to happen. All that led right up to bed time, and I came in and reinforced the concept of unconditional love just before prayers and bed.

Hubby and I talked about it after the girls had gone to bed, and we think Big Girl has been playing us with little inconsistencies like this for a while. She has such a sweet demeanor that it's easy behavior to overlook. We both hope this experience will lead to more opportunities for bigger talks, all building her understanding of Jesus and the sacrifice he made for her sin. Hubby was convinced that she saw her sin in this instance, maybe for the first time. That's a big first step. One has to be convinced of one's depravity in order to seek a savior.

The song in my head is "Love Songs," by Fleming & John, my favorite band of all time. It's one of the 2 songs that are "our songs". Hearing it always brings back memories of sitting in my college dorm room after spending time with my then future husband, missing him like crazy, being convinced that he loved me even though he hadn't yet told me so. *Sigh* Ah... memories!