Then this would be our real life

Our resident theologian is also known for scribbling, screeching, and she's just beginning to read a few words. But boy, oh boy, that girl does put serious thought into every topic of discussion, each bit of 1st grade history she overhears, and every single story read to her.

I wish I had a recording of all her insights. Rarely, I run to write down what she's just told me. Tonight our dinner conversation went like this--in part--there's no way I could remember all of her verbal processing.

Hava:  It’s better to cry than die. Why?

Me:  Maybe because when you die it’s the end of your life. And if you cry, it’s not the end of your life.

Hava:   Dying isn’t the end of your life. After you die you have a new life in heaven.

Me:   That’s true. Heaven is like your real life.

Hava:   If Adam and Eve hadn’t sinned, then this would be our real life. (pause) What’s sin?

Me:  Doing or thinking or saying something different from what God wants.

Hava:  I asked God in my quiet time today to help me not do bad things anymore.

Me:   That’s a good prayer to pray.

I get this kind of talk all stinkin' day long, every day of the week. Her latest interest is making up poems and songs. Yesterday's song went "I love to adore, I love to adore, I love to adore Christ the Lord" and today's poem was "Put my little penny pack on my teeny tiny back" (interpretation is left to the audience, apparently).

Hava the five-year-old is quite a delight to get to know. I'm enjoying relating to her now that she is a big girl and really enjoying seeing the world unfold before her watchful eyes.