feeling so inadequate as i struggle with giving the answers to why did papa die?
the what is he doing?
when will we get to go to heaven?
how will we get there?
and add to the already heady discussion that leaves me pausing for longer than they would like the fact that they've been figuring out the connection between the meat on our plates and the animals in the pasture and i end up getting asked,
when papa died, did he turn into meat?
and they are so sincere...
they long to know...
and i remember, as they voice their fears, feeling the same ones...
and feeling wonder now, after years of being scared of death and dying and the unknown-ness of heaven...i am excited. excited for eternity with Him and seeing tony's dad and my grandparents and dear friends who are already in His presence...
maybe it's seeing what my children are facing and longing for a place absent of all that is awful and full of the awesome presence of my Savior...
maybe it is the never having to say goodbye again and knowing that home will always be home because He is there...
keeping my feet firmly planted here while my heart beats for heaven and learning to show them how to do the same.
because there are many who are eagerly waiting for us too...
(i'm finding that this book, from this friend is helping immensely...just in case you are ever faced with these questions too.)
