Oct 4, 2011

A rocket to heaven.


The lunch dishes slosh into a soapy, water-filled sink and little fingers get a good scrubbing, after my three little monkeys devoured a whole pot of mac-n-cheese with broccoli, which is their favorite lunch. I watch these boys eat every day, but I am still amazed by the amount of food a 5-year-old, 2 and half year old and a 16 months old can devour.  I can't imagine how much they will be eating when they are 10.
A few recent events has led our boys to ask several questions.  One in particular made me laugh, no seriously giggle at the child-like faith our boys have. 

Jacob: Mommy, how do you get to heaven?
Mommy: Umm, (pausing to figure out how to answer this and before I could say anything)
Owen: rocket
Mommy: Really, a rocket?  That would be cool huh?
Jacob:Yes, that's how you get to heaven, its how you get to God and when we want to see Uncle Bill or Ollie, that's what we need. 
Owen:  go fry.   (translation:lets go fly)
and off they went to the living room to pretend they were in a rocket flying to God....and started jumping on the couch. When asked what they were doing, they were merely jumping on the clouds..

I know, I probably should have told them that God doesn’t live in a spaceship and rockets can't get us to heaven. But they are young and their imagination is growing! They have learned a lot in Sunday School lately and they know that God lives in heaven, which is up in the sky. And Jacob understands that God is everywhere. 
So, I guess in their mind … if God lives in the sky and he can be everywhere, we must need a rocket to get there. 
Not bad logic.
My sons' simple logic is something I often overlook in the midst of difficulty.
God is with me.
No matter what the past foretold.
No matter what today may bring.
No matter what tomorrow holds.
God is with me where ever I go.
“The Lord your God is with you, He is might to save. He will take great delight in you, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing.” Zephaniah 3:17

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