This is a little boy, but the story fits so well with my memories, that I feel compelled to share.
I was preparing dinner one afternoon when five-year-old Joesph came running up to me with a serious
look on his face. He was always full of energy and mischief but he also had a delightful spirituality that was not taught but inborn. Once again, David had another theological question for me,
“Mum, does Mary live in my heart?”
I did some fast thinking. “Heaven is within us and Mary is in heaven”, I thought, so I answered,
“Yes sweetie, Mary is in your heart.”
Joseph sighed, content with my answer.
“I guess that means God is in my feet.”
I laughed silently. This was a very theologically correct concept since God is our foundation. I had no idea what went on in his head after my answer but I soon found out.
It was about a week later, when all the kids who were old enough (and one who wasn’t really old enough), were playing hide…
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