I never want to forget the conversation I had with Ann Catherine this morning. So I'm writing it down (or typing it, as the case may be).
It was coming a terrible storm at our house, complete with claps of thunder that made my girls come running to my room in fear. Finally I told Ann Catherine what my mother always told me growing up.
"Thunder just means God's moving his furniture," I relayed to her.
After each clap of thunder, she repeated what I had told her until we finally agreed that apparently God had gotten A LOT of new furniture recently.
"Mommy, what if God is moving his bunk beds?" Then her voice began to rise. "What if he and Melissa share a bunk bed?? What if He sleeps on top and she sleeps on bottom?? How cool is that?" she asked, grinning from ear to ear.
I love how a child's mind works. I love the images that Ann Catherine conjures up of Melissa in Heaven. I love that, in her mind, she and God have these fabulous bunk beds. And more than that, I love that she shares those thoughts with me.
Now if God would just stop moving those bunk beds.... :)