Friday, February 10, 2012

Teaching Heaven

When you teach Heaven to five-year-olds, it's usually simple until someone they know actually goes there. Then, like a large, tidal wave the questions crash in tandem. 
However, without fail, as I try my hardest to teach little minds what us adults struggle to wrap our minds around, they inevitably end up teaching me. Yesterday, my grandfather saw Heaven. I don't think that we talk about Heaven enough.
That it's real. 
That you can touch your skin there and embrace.
That we're not ghosts up there. 
Whole. Joyful. Saved.

Maybe it's because we feel like if we say it, we might go there too fast. Or we might set something into motion. We don't talk about Heaven because we're scared of that next place. The place we can't see. 
I was flipping through old NICU pictures of the babies the other day and ran across this one of Seth. I remember looking at him on that day and thinking, "Wow, you look just like your great-grandfather." 

He even had his red hair, that promptly fell out and turned a dusty brown. He was new to this life, but he looked like the grandfather I knew was on the back end of this place. No one wants to let a loved one go, but when you are 87, I imagine perspective begins to change a little. Yesterday, my grandfather met Jesus face-to-face. I'm sure there were tears and hugs- but the happy kind. His son, his grandson, his parents, siblings, and 87 years of friends. And as my kids reminded me this morning, the baby I lost. 
On the way to school this morning, Leyton said, "Mom, I think I'm gonna miss Papa Red, and in usual form, Laci informed him that "it was best because he could take care of the 4th baby that we never got to meet." 

Yes, Laci, I'm sure there were even greater surprises than that. When you teach Heaven to five-year-olds, they inevitably end up teaching you. 


Mystic_Mom said...

Great post, and you are so right! They who are that much more recent from Heaven can teach us so much! Love it...