So, death was being unusually spoken about more often in the home, for our little almost-three year old.
When we were on a family drive last night the Little Bug spoke up loudly, obviously out of her own conversation going on in her head, from the backseat...
"Craig died." (pause)
"He went to be with Jesus." (pause)
I looked at the hubs, as if to say...did you tell her that?
He looked back at me with that look that said...kind of sort of not really exactly like that.
I guess our wee one had been gathering her own little bitty BIG thoughts, this week, about life and death and where we go and WHO we are with when we get there.
Where he went, Father, may she also be someday.In Your arms for eternity.
With You as HER Jesus too.
And grant me that simple, matter-of-fact,
confident, no qualms or questions asked about it kind of childlike faith,
that just knows that she knows that she knows,
where we will go someday and that we'll all meet again
with OUR Jesus forever too.
(photo credit to Live to Worship blog)