"If someone shoots you a 1000 times, then does your spirit die?" Her brow furrowed, she's perched on the couch arm.
I shift Lulie, "No. If you belong to Jesus, God breathes your breath-of-life into a new body in heaven."
"Oh." It's as if I've said, Honey, water is wet. She's already off skittering through the leggos. She's gathering details.
Later, "Did an animal give it's life for us to make this soup?"
"Yup."
"Did it want to?"
"Nope."
"Oh." Simple. She's plucked out a piece of the puzzle.
Later Jack interrupts his prayer and turns to sis, "Yeah Jane, you have to obey the REAL God."
And, "Jesus is REAL, you know," he arches his eyebrows. All of the sudden he makes a differentiation, the REAL God.
The day we harvest pole bean seeds the sun warms our backs. The children shed their shoes. Lulie eats a few black nuggets, spits them out. Jane and Jack cradle them in sweaty palms like pennies. Another piece in the puzzle.
