Sometimes I forget Chloe is a child. Though she is my oldest, and just turned 6, she is truly a child. A child with a very old soul. Her sweet, compliant personality often hides the depth of her thoughts. Thoughts that, in this mamma's opinion, are too heavy for someone so small.
Friday night, I was out for the evening so Daddy was in charge. This is not so uncommon as to cause me concern, but uncommon enough that I called when I was on my way home to check that everything had gone smoothly.
Tony said, "I had an interesting conversation with Chloe." This can mean a lot of things. She often asks really bizarre things. She often asks really silly things. More frequently, she asks questions that blow our minds. Tonight was one of those nights. Since Tony is her preferred source Biblical information, I rarely get the questions that would bring me to a puddle of tears. This is good for everyone.
She first asked him if we were all going to die at the same time. (Reminder: This is the child who wanted to ask Jesus into her heart, but wasn't ready to die. It took us about 8 months to make her understand that asking Jesus into her heart wasn't a death sentence.) Daddy said that he did not know for sure, but that we would likely not all die at the same time. She then asked him who would die first.
Now, this is not a conversation that I would want to have with my 6 year old, but Tony's strength is answering her questions in a manner that will be honest, but not frightening. So he explains that likely Chloe will live longer than Mommy and Daddy.
Then she brings out the question that still brings tears to my eyes. She asks him, "Daddy, if we don't all die at the same time, how will I know how to find you when I get to Heaven?" Tony simply explained that she need not worry because when she got to Heaven we would be waiting for her, and God would work out all the details. The perfect answer from a great Dad.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Touching His Heart
Now that I am homeschooling Chloe, we spend lots more time together than we ever have before. (That is a little embarrassing to admit.) And because preschool has not started for the other two, we are all spend a lot more time interacting. We do not have a lot of extra time for videos, swimming, or playing. We are on a mission now.
One thing that I love to do with the kids is sing. I have always like to sing, and now that I have kids, I like to sing with them. Like me, the kids also enjoy to sing. And like me, the kids mess up song lyrics terribly. When singing the song Burdens are Lifted at Calvary, I used to sing "Jesus is rarely here" instead of "Jesus is very near." I believe that Jesus laughed in Heaven, knowing that He made me with this special gift of joyfully singing incorrect lyrics.
Well, He has blessed the children as well. Chloe was delightfully singing Final Destination which refers to Heaven. She was belting it out in the backseat. I turned down the radio, which I often do so I can enjoy their singing, and I realized something. The happy, praising words coming out of Chloe's mouth were "Final Desperation." Oops!
Camilla, nearly 2, has also gotten caught up in our singing. I smile as I hear her singing "Jesus Loves Me" knowing that our Saviour is pleased with her sweet sound. Then, Carson and I taught her Open the Eyes of My Heart. Taking after her mother and sister, Camilla sings "I want to see me" instead of I want to see You. The more we tried to correct her, the louder she sings me! Now we all sing along with her.
This song must have struck a chord in her little soul because she messes up another section in a way that I am sure pleases her mind and our Lord. Instead of singing "Holy. Holy. Holy." - a term that no doubt doesn't register in her brain- she sings "Hold Me, Hold Me, Hold Me." - an expression that brings her comfort. As I contimplate these mistaken lyrics, I wonder if Jesus doesn't have a huge smile on His face as this small child sing what He ultimately wants from each of us- the desire to be held securely in His safe arms.
One thing that I love to do with the kids is sing. I have always like to sing, and now that I have kids, I like to sing with them. Like me, the kids also enjoy to sing. And like me, the kids mess up song lyrics terribly. When singing the song Burdens are Lifted at Calvary, I used to sing "Jesus is rarely here" instead of "Jesus is very near." I believe that Jesus laughed in Heaven, knowing that He made me with this special gift of joyfully singing incorrect lyrics.
Well, He has blessed the children as well. Chloe was delightfully singing Final Destination which refers to Heaven. She was belting it out in the backseat. I turned down the radio, which I often do so I can enjoy their singing, and I realized something. The happy, praising words coming out of Chloe's mouth were "Final Desperation." Oops!
Camilla, nearly 2, has also gotten caught up in our singing. I smile as I hear her singing "Jesus Loves Me" knowing that our Saviour is pleased with her sweet sound. Then, Carson and I taught her Open the Eyes of My Heart. Taking after her mother and sister, Camilla sings "I want to see me" instead of I want to see You. The more we tried to correct her, the louder she sings me! Now we all sing along with her.
This song must have struck a chord in her little soul because she messes up another section in a way that I am sure pleases her mind and our Lord. Instead of singing "Holy. Holy. Holy." - a term that no doubt doesn't register in her brain- she sings "Hold Me, Hold Me, Hold Me." - an expression that brings her comfort. As I contimplate these mistaken lyrics, I wonder if Jesus doesn't have a huge smile on His face as this small child sing what He ultimately wants from each of us- the desire to be held securely in His safe arms.
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