Temporary? Insanity

Heaven

While eating dinner the other night Emma began spooning her water out of her cup and into her mouth. I was going to scold her, and then observed to Neil that I did the same thing at her age.

Emma interrupted and said, “I know you did,” in a very matter-of-fact voice.
Me: How do you know that?
Emma: I watched you from up in heaven. Jesus told me I could watch my family and that’s how I saw you.

Definitely one of those slightly awed/awkward-laugh sort of moments.

Faith

Emma heaved a dramatic sigh.

Me: What’s wrong?
Emma: I miss Jesus. I really really want to really go to heaven and see him. [insert another sigh]
Me: But if you went to heaven you wouldn’t be able to come back. You’d have to stay there and we would miss you so much. We love having you on earth as part of our family.
Emma: Don’t worry. I’ll just tell God and Jesus I have to come back to earth in 26 weeks.

Prayer

One of Emma’s recent prayers:

“Dear Heavenly Father,

Thank you for this day. I really really love my family. And please bless them to be healthy, and happy, and bless the grasshoppers. We really don’t want them to die. Because we LOVE grasshoppers and want them to be safe. And we want to have a good sleep, so we can grow really really big but not too big to bonk our heads everywhere. And I really miss you Jesus, and you too Heavenly Father. And I really want to come see you and live with you, in the name, of Jesus Christ, Amen!”

Disappointment

Emma, looking downcast: The Springy Chicken forgot to bring me a springy egg.
Me, in a casual, rhetorical sort of tone: It’s a tough life, what’re you going to do?
Emma: Nothing. [sigh] I’m just going to sit, sit, sit. Or…play the piano. [sigh]