The two boys linger at the lunch table...
Peter: Where are we going to live in heaven? In Jesus’ house?
Will: We will live in perfect houses.
Peter: I want us to sleep together. No, maybe I want to have my own room. Don’t worry, you will be okay.
Will: When we get to heaven, when you want to hit someone, you will not because you will be perfect.
Peter: Will there be food in heaven?
Will: Yes, all the food in the whole wide world.
Will: And we will all be kids in heaven.
Peter: I cannot wait to see Andrew in heaven.
Oh, the beauty of childlike faith... absolutely perfect!
ReplyDeleteI love their innocence.
ReplyDeleteMy kids talk about heaven every now and again. They ask if the baby we lost will be a baby or will have grown up. It is all I can do to answer them without my voice crumbling. Then they ask if I think my Granny is looking after the baby and giving it cuddles and I barely manage to answer before hurrying off to do something important when really I'm reaching for the tissues...