Running away from home

If only I could remember every funny, cute, and clever thing my children say. They crack me up every day...and often make me stop to think.

Today I wrote down Hava's reflections right after this little conversation:

(Hava was pensive; poring over the bedtime story book, showing the prodigal son running away from home on one side and him feeding pigs on the opposite side.)

Me: Hava, what are you thinking about?

Hava: Something on this page. What do you think it is?

Me: Pigs?

Hava: No.

Me: Running away from home?

Hava: Yes.

Me: Are you thinking about running away from home?

Hava: Yes. And I’m thinking about my father. (pause) No, not my father. Actually, yes, He is my Father.

Me: What do you mean?

Hava (tearing up): I ran away from my Father but then I decided to come home.

Me (trying not to grin): I’m so glad you decided to come home.

Hava: Me too.

Lately I’ve been reminded of the importance of study in the Christian’s life. Equally essential is to have the softness of a child’s heart who realizes that “I once was lost, but now I’m found. I once was blind, but now I see.”