Jesus Can Drive Us
>> Thursday, January 29, 2009
I am recording this conversation here, not so much for y'all to read (although I am anxious to share it), but for me to remember. Although, I don't think I can forget it.
Today at naptime, I was reading to Lucas from a new children's Bible we were sent to preview. [BTW-We really like it because it is not your typical childrens' Bible. It has longer stories and less pictures and text taken straight from actual scripture. It is more like a Bible told in story than a storybook about the Bible. Great for our story-loving budding reader!] We were reading from 1 Kings about Elijah since that is what he and I are learning about in the Bible study we are going to. It was the story of Elijah being fed by the ravens and the widow and of the Mt. Carmel showdown with Baal. We continued on and read about Elijah being taken to heaven in a chariot of fire. It was at this point that the following conversation took place, verbatim:
Lucas: "Where is he going, Mommy?"
Me: "God took Elijah up to heaven."
L: "Is he going to see Micah?"
M: (choking back tears) "Yes honey, I think he is."
L: "I want to go too. I really miss him."
M: (unable to hold back the tears) "I miss him too."
L: "Maybe we should get in the car and just drive, drive, drive and go up to heaven and see him. I would really like to see him. It makes me sad sometimes."
M: "It makes me sad too sometimes. Unfortunately, we can't drive there. But someday Jesus is going to come back and take us to heaven too, like God brought Elijah to heaven, and then we will see Micah again."
L: (jumps out of the chair and excitedly pretends to drive a car)"Jesus will come and then he will drive, drive, drive and we will go to heaven and then I can be with Micah. I really miss him, mommy. I really want to be with him. "
M:"Me too, baby, me too."
L: (jumps back into the chair with me) "Mommy, I love sitting and talking about heaven with you."
M: (hugging him close and wiping my tears) "I am so thankful that God gave you to me. And Micah and Caden too."
L: "I hope Jesus comes tomorrow to drive us to heaven. I am excited to go to heaven with you, mommy, and get to see Micah."
M: "Me too, baby, me too!"
From my toddler's lips to God's ears... come Lord Jesus, and drive us to heaven soon.
7 comments:
Oh Farrah! What a beautiful story! You are training that young man up well :) ((HUGS))
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btw - that does look like an awesome Bible. We had bought one and the crucifixion was shown as Jesus standing next to a cross with a bandage on his knee...uhhhh...
we asked for recommendations after that incident!
ok, i had a little bro got o be with jesus when i was almost 5 )my ost today is actually about this...god thing). i used to dream all the time that jesus would come to my bedroom door and wake me up and we would get in his car and drive to see matthew. i have tears in my eyes reading this today because i wrote my matty-poo post last night...and never even thought to include this part of the story....thank you, thank you for sharing this. i am so blessed.
and what a stinking cute dude too!
Awww....this made me all emotional....so sweet!! You are doing an amazing job with your boys.
I love this post! What a sweet little boy you have!
I can't believe I missed this post! I guess maybe I needed to read it today. Thank you, Lucas, for the wonderful reminder that Jesus will come and take us to heaven so that we can be with all of the people that we love and miss. I'm looking forward to that trip too!
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