As a part of our home-schooling efforts, we generally share a "verse of the week". This past week, Micaiah's verse was Matthew 16:15, "Go into all the world and preach the gospel to all creatures."
While she traced a few of the words on her coloring sheet with clipart of the earth on it, I pulled out our inflatable globe to discuss the continents with her:
"And this is Africa, where Aunt Dia went, and Europe is over here - that's where Aunt Becky and Uncle Gary live [these are Philip's aunt and uncle who currently serve as missionaries in England)]. And God wants us to go into ALL the world," I explained, indicating the entire ball in my hands, "to preach the gospel - which means to tell them about Jesus. That's why Dia went to Africa - so she could tell people about Jesus - and that's why Uncle Gary and Aunt Becky live in Europe - so they can tell people about Jesus."
At this, Micaiah stopped her coloring and looked at me with interested surprise, "Is Jesus real?!"
I could see in her face this confusion over the fact that anyone would travel to or live in a completely different place just to tell people about this Jesus who was in the stories Mommy and Daddy read and the teachers at church talk about. Until this moment, I understood, Jesus had been no more real to her than Santa Claus or Rapunzel - great characters in books and movies but nothing more.
"Yes," I said, "Jesus is real."
Excitedly she responded, "I want to see him!" What she was really asking was, "I mean, seriously, if this guy is real, why haven't I met him?!"
"Well, he is real, but he lived a long time ago. He doesn't live on this world anymore," I indicated the ball in my hands, "He lives in Heaven, with God."
"I want to see God and Jesus!"
"Well, we can't see them now. They live in Heaven. But, if we believe in them and do what they say, then someday, when we die, we will get to be with them in Heaven."
"I don't want to die!" Suddenly she was scared and I realized the error in proselytizing a pre-schooler.
And while the topic might have gotten a little scary for her, it was a good conversation (up until she began focusing on the death part). It was one of those moments that made me realize just how important my job, between the washing of the dishes, the folding of the clothes, the enforcing of the naps and the changing of the diapers, really is. These children are my ministry. And nothing could be more valuable.
966. Eternal conversations
967. A twirling dress
968. My husband, the official snuggling buddy of the two-year-old classroom
969. An old camera revived (while the other is still in the land of the lost)
970. Fancy desserts (at home)
The photo I would have posted on Friday - stained glass cookies hanging in the window (until it's time to eat them, of course).
Micaiah, wearing Aunt Dia's old dress from Mexico (I believe?). She looked adorable.
Emmett wanted his picture taken, too. And, apparently, so did Diego - the orange kitty who has adopted us.
Last but not least - Joseph. Our little one-toothed, crawling, eight-month-old.