Today the girls' role play of choice was some sort of quest for the throne of God. I didn't overhear enough to know if they were playing angels, fallen angels or something more far-fetched for them--like mortals. But I did overhear this admonition from Brielle:
"There is no map to heaven."
One of the younger twins must have asked for one. How she received the news that no such document existed, I'm not sure.
I'm not sure how I receive it myself.
Some days when I don' t trust myself to follow well, I wish there were something more concrete to guide me to glory, maybe even a GPS set for things eternal. I'd like Google to spit out a tidy map with mileage down to the foot and timing down to the minute.
But most days, I kind of like it. The absence of a map to heaven intrigues me, piques my curiosity, brings me to my knees in wonder, primes me for mystery. Without a map, I know I've got to stay in touch with the Guide.
How does it strike you?
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1 comment:
Love this. And I love the things your kids say. I have a 5 year old who is full of profound little thoughts and it's a blessing that we can learn from them, and not just laugh. Blessings in the new year!
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