Thursday, February 19, 2009

Knock and the door will be opened to you...

Today in the car Caleb piped up with a question. "Mommy, is the sun God's door?" Now I cannot say that I have ever heard this question but I guess it seems logical. " God's door?", I asked.

Feeling like I should tell the truth while also realizing that I was talking to a three year old I simply stated " No honey, the sun is not God's door." I smiled as I watched his little mind silently try to contemplate this. I listened to him then discuss this with his sister in the back seat. "Emma ", he stated, "we should build God a door so he can get into his house." "We could use a really big truck to get up there ,( the sky), or we could stand on top of each other. We could even use the clouds!" ( My children still think that they could sit and ride on clouds if they could just get up there somehow. They once mentioned climbing a tall tree and then using a cell phone to call me when they were ready to come down). Just as they were getting into the details of how to build a door for God we arrived at our destination... all too soon. The conversation was just getting interesting. These are what I call the " payback" moments with our children. The times we enjoy that allow us to forget about the knock-down drag-out fight we just had about who gets to push the button to close the van door. I love these moments and try to soak them up when they come. Maybe tomorrow I will inquire for God about a doorbell.

2 comments:

Amanda said...

Wow. I love this. And to think I got excited about Sam making the "G" sound today. I can't wait for this to happen.

elizabeth said...

Mandy-
Well thank goodness you have some theological background! Those years of hard study at Princeton will pay off no where more so than the conversations you will have with your four year old. I find that all of my answers tend to end with "Because that's just the way God made it... Now go do whatever it is four year olds do or make your next question something medical." Maybe I can get you on speed dial and then they can just call Miss Mandy or Mr. John when we get to the really "good" stuff.