As Susie has already told you, I've been enjoying a summer filled with relearning how nine year olds think. Isaac and I have had some incredible conversations about some pretty profound things. One of them, a week or so ago, was about heaven. Among many other things, I told him I hoped God had a little cabinet shop at the end of Amen Lane just for me, and a big stack of perfect Oak to make furniture for the rest of the mansions. Since we were working together in my shop at the time I figured the conversation was over.
But just yesterday, on another of our days in the shop in the middle of his "young apprentice" program, he said "Papa?"
"Do you think it would be ok if I asked God, when I get to heaven, if I can work with you in your workshop?"
OK, my friends, talk about messing with an old guy's heart strings...