It’s been 39 years since I was born, but I’d like to think my 4 year old, who is obviously closer to her own birth day, recalls the time prior to her birth. I invite this idea because I believe the eternal exists in all of us. An intangible something that was, is, and will be beyond our bodies. In other words, each one of us is eternal.
As I began drying my hair this morning, Cora — my 4 year old daughter — entered the bathroom and declared “Mom, I wanna tell ya sometin” (that’s actually how she says it – sometin for “something” — I love that so much!).
I flipped off the hair dryer so I could better hear her.
Cora continued. “I dreamt me, Gracie, you, Myles, and Daddy were all gone from here and we were picking flowers..”
She trailed off and mumbled at the end, so I asked her, “Where were we?”
“We were picking flowers in heaven!” She practically screamed this, she was so elated.
“And Bozie and Suka weren’t here anymore too.”
[Bo and Suka are our dogs.] “They were in heaven with us too?” I asked.
“That sounds lovely, Cora. That makes me happy — you too?” Cora nodded and danced out of the bathroom — all smiles.
Now, I have to explain. As a household, we identify as practicing Christians, but aside from Cora’s faith-based preschool at the Methodist church we occasionally attend, we hardly discuss our faith with the kids. We do pray before meals and before bedtime. And Grandma
will discuss our faith and devotion. That’s it.
But isn’t it so marvelous (and awesome — in the classical sense)?
The divine grants us an audience when we least expect it. In a way, when I write — here online and off — I seek to understand my thoughts and experiences.
I also seek to be understood. I seek an audience with the divine.
I suppose we all do.
[In response to the Daily Prompt: Filthy …. I am taking the Antonym approach. (: ]