Sophie came up to me today and asked, "Mommy, what does heaven look like?" I considered.
"It has gold on the streets. And its walls have diamonds."
"Oooohhh," little Miss Fancy's eyes lit up. Encouraged, I continued.
"And, Jesus said he's building a house for us there. It will be all ready when we go."
"Jesus is making us a house?! In HEAVEN?!"
"Uh huh. And in heaven, we will get to see Jesus with our eyes ... he won't be ... invisible ... like he is now."
"But Jesus is in my heart."
She had a point.
"That's right, honey. And when he is in your heart, that means you get to go to heaven when you die."
"But only old people die. Not you and me, only when we get old." I didn't really know what to say to that one. She thought a while.
"Mommy, do you have clothes in heaven?" I thought about the shining robes.
"Yes. And they're white ... and sparkly."
"SPARKLY CLOTHES IN HEAVEN?!!!" She did her little girl 'eeek' squeal and jumped up and down.
"You want to know the best thing about heaven?" I asked. "Nobody has owies. Nobody gets bonked and hurt, and nobody cries. You don't cry in heaven, you are only happy. All the time."
She considered this for a moment. "AND you have sparkly clothes."