There’s a book that a friend photocopied and gave to us that attempts to explain eternity to a child. It’s about a baby who begins in her mother’s womb, and also an old man who is sick. They are both in the hospital and they are both expecting a major life change.
There is one page that my four year old kept wanting to return to last night as I read her the story again. It was the one with two pictures: a doctor with waiting hands on the left, and a figure, like Jesus, on the right, standing there with open arms. She kept saying it out loud, “It’s Jesus, Mommy!” Just like Grandma had experienced.
She was so happy to know that this was the welcoming committee for her Grandma’s home-coming.