Like A Child

Truly I tell you, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it." Mark 10:15

Wills does not grasp the permanence of Virginia's condition. Yesterday I overheard him asking her if she would drive him around when she got her driver's license because she would turn 16 before he did. He also frequently says things like "when Sissy doesn't have her feeding tube anymore" or "when Sissy learns to talk."

Wills, like most children, doesn't look too far in the future, thus allowing him to take things one day at a time. It's much easier to enjoy all that is set before us on any given day if we aren't weighted down by worry about what the next day holds.

It is how we are called to live. Childlike and free of burden.

Yet at the same time Wills is starting to ask questions for which there are no answers.

He was drawing at his little table in the kitchen last week and I was standing at the stove. {Although I haven't cooked a meal in about a month, so I don't know what I was doing at the stove. But I remember I was definitely standing there!} Out of the blue he asked, "Why doesn't God heal Sissy so she can get out of her wheelchair?"

Obviously I didn't have an answer for his question, but we talked for a long time about how much God hates sin and how He cries over Virginia's suffering more than we do. I assured him that ultimately God will triumph over all the pain in the world, in fact He already has, but I know it's hard for him to understand because it's hard for me to understand.

About three hours later as I was putting him in bed, he said, "Mom, I wonder what the final tear will be."

"What are you talking about?" I asked him.

"You know," he said. "I think God gets sad watching people on earth cry because their heart is broken. I think there will be one last tear and then He will say, 'Enough!' and send Jesus back to get us."

I know a lot of people who are suffering tremendously right now. A friend with two small children about to start her first of six chemo treatments for breast cancer. Another friend who also has two small children battling aggressive ovarian cancer. A friend whose second grade son was diagnosed with Asperger's syndrome this week. A friend whose 2 year old son is entering his sixteenth week in the hospital for complications from e coli.

Who will shed the last tear?

But what I love about Wills is that he can ask me that question one minute and the next minute be digging for worms again.  At this point in his life, he doesn't let all his questions overwhelm him. He is thinking hard, but still has a blind trust in God and His goodness.

He doesn't have to see to believe.

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Wills got ahead of me at the botanical gardens last week and this is where I found him,

He loves to climb trees right now, but we really don't have any great climbing trees in our yard. However our new house does. We took the kids to see it when we were in Memphis over Easter and this is as far as Wills made it,

This one is giving me fits,

She will pour her water all over her pjs and sheets so that I have to get her out of bed and change everything. Or she will call into the monitor, "Mommy, I am about to start ripping up my book. You better hurry up here." Yes, that is exactly how she says it and, yes, I am trying to figure out how to start calling the shots around here again, but not having much luck. Part of the problem is that she's so cute and so funny and she knows it!

And Virginia hasn't really been going to bed very easily lately. So we go get her and bring her back into the den with us,

Could you put that smiling face back into bed? Her daddy can't, that's for sure!

Happy weekend!