Time Stood Still

The boys have been talking about heaven over the past couple of days.  And when they do, it feels like time is standing still as I listen to them.

The first conversation occurred between Zach and Gabe on the drive home from swim lessons the other night.  It was a truly magical moment.  Here's how the conversation went:


Zach:  Gabe, why are there fields up in heaven?

Gabe:  What fields?

Zach:  The roads.  Why are there roads up in heaven?

Gabe:  There are roads in heaven just like there are roads here.  Everything here is also in heaven.

Zach:  Do we leave our house when we go to heaven?

Gabe:  Yes.

Zach:  I don't want to leave my house.  I don't want to leave my toys.

Gabe:  You'll be older when you go to heaven.  You'll be a man.  Men don't play with toys.  You won't want to play with your toys anymore.

Zach:  I want to take my snowman to heaven.

Gabe:  The little snowman?

Zach:  Yea, the little snowman.  I want to take that to heaven, and I want to take [I can't remember what it was!!!!  Dang!!!].

Gabe:  Okay, you can take them to heaven.

Zach:  Oh, great!


I really can't explain what it felt like to listen to that conversation.  It was magical, holy, and precious.  I felt so lucky to witness it.

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Tonight, Zach was sitting beside me at the end of a Christmas Veggie Tales movie.  He turned to me and said, "I want to go to heaven."  When I asked him why, he said, "because I want to see Jesus and I want to see Grandma Sandy."

I got teary and thought how happy Gam would be to hear that story.