Tuesday, January 6, 2015
Up Is Where the Hope Is
"How old will I be when I get married?"
"Much older," I answered my six-year old granddaughter.
"Nineteen or twenty or even more?"
"Yes, I would hope at least that old. But, I probably won't be around to see it."
"Where will you be?"
"I will be gone home to be with Jesus by then, my dear. But, I will be looking down from above, standing next to Jesus and saying how pretty you look, and how proud of you I am at the fine young lady you are."
"Pop-Pop, you are very big, but you will have to look up to talk to Jesus. Jesus is very, very big; much bigger than you."
"You are right. Jesus is much bigger than I am, and if I want to talk to Jesus, I will have to look up. Up is where the Hope is."