Every once in a while we moms have a moment where we are caught off-guard and realize that maybe we’ve not done EVERYTHING wrong.
This morning I had one such moment.
Between bustling one kid off to the dentist and dragging another along who woke up with a fever, I felt like this was going to be one of those mornings where I just couldn’t win. But then, after dropping the Middle One at school after his appointment, there I was with my Little Bean in the van when I noticed off in the distance, through our overcast, cloudy, sky a hole in the clouds where a bright ray of sun shone down.
“Look over there, Bean, isn’t that pretty?” I asked.
She looked up. “Wow!,” she said, “It looks like Heaven!”
She read my mind, I thought.
There was a pause.
And then, “I bet it’s Baxter looking down on us from Heaven,” she said with a smile.
“Hmmm. That’s a beautiful thought,” I said, “I bet you’re right. He probably dug a hole through the clouds to peak at us.”
She giggled. “Hi, Baxter! Hi, Jesus!” she shouted from the back seat. She was so happy and matter-of-fact about her greeting–so sure of herself and her faith–that for a moment, I wondered if she might actually see something I didn’t.
Then, God pressed down on my heart real hard, and said, “Or maybe she just remembers everything you’ve taught her.”
“Let the children come to me; do not prevent them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these.” – Mark 10:14