Kate & I were flying home from a wonderful reunion with her "China Sisters" this weekend when she grew somewhat thoughtful and introspective.
She was gazing out the window of our plane at the small, puffy clouds below when she asked, "Mom, is Jesus in those clouds? Do you think He'll fall out of the clouds?"
Me: "No, I don't think he's in those specific clouds...are you thinking that's where heaven is?
K: "Yes, is that heaven?" she asks in a quizzical voice.
Me: "Ahhh, that's not heaven...it's probably up higher than those clouds." (I am wondering how to explain this to a 5 1/2 year old.)
K: "When do we go to heaven?"
Me: "Well, after a person dies."
K: "How do you get there? I mean there's no rock walls, ladders or anything to climb up there?"
Me: "Ahhh, well, ahhh...it's kinda complicated..."
Thankfully she changed the subject...
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