Tuesday, February 10, 2009
A Toe in the Door
For Janie the world is a collection of the obvious.
"I wash my hair most times so my hair doesn't smell like dog hair," she says.
Or, "I would not want to be a slave because I don't like to clean."
A few days ago I asked if she could think of one thing that would make our family better. "To be in heaven," she said, "for our whole family to be in heaven." Sometimes she tells me she just can't wait to go to heaven, and why can't she go there now? I try to tell her we would never see her again until we died, but she's just so glad about all being in heaven together with God that she hardly pauses. Life for her is just a comma or apostrophe in a long and involved story where God is the hero. It's her toe in the door to something big. Maybe all this time I've been trying to make our tiny comma of life significant, when it is really the whole rest of the story that is spell binding.