This. This was my moment for today. Eating lunch with my littlest guy. Talking to him. Investing time in him. Watching him eat every single bite of this ice cream cone. He enjoyed every single lick. It was so fun to watch him eat it and notice everything about his little face and his big, blue eyes soaking in the world around him. And then he looked at me and said something that caught me completely off guard. He said, "When you get to heaven, do you get alive again?"
I was amazed by the complexity of this question. It made me cry thinking about how God wants us to have childlike faith. That's it. It's that simple. Follow God. And when you get to Heaven, you get alive again.
My little guy is pretty amazing. And my God is so much more.
