Surprisingly Profound

DH is out of town this week. Very early yesterday morning, LilBro crawled into bed with me and snuggled close. Since I can't get up for Morning Prayer and mass, I slept in, waking slowly as the sun crept in around the edges of the shades shortly after 7am.

LilBro was tucked in close, elbows and knees jutting into my sides. He was awake, but still. When he noticed my eyes fluttering open, he began to speak, quickly and with purpose.

"Mom, you remember when Jesus came down from Heaven and took Mary up to Heaven?"

"Mmm hmmm." Not quite awake yet. Is he talking about the Assumption? Where did that come from? The last time I remember talking about that was in August.

"Well, all those people were calling out, 'Jesus, come back! Come back, Jesus!' They didn't want Jesus to leave them. But they didn't know that Jesus is in their hearts. Then they wouldn't have to yell for Jesus to come back, because He's always with us in our hearts."

Awake now, I squeezed him close and kissed the top of his head. "What do you think we should do about that?"

"We could tell them about Jesus. We could tell people that Jesus lives in our hearts. Lots of people don't know that."

I agreed. We could tell people. But, I was still curious. Why this topic at 7am on a Monday morning in mid-October? "What made you think of that today?" I asked him.

He looked at me. Light blue eyes find mine. "I don't know, Mommy."

I wonder.

LilBro is delightful. He says funny little things and has a really active and engaged imagination. But, theology is not his forte. He is bored and squirmy during mass (though at least he stays quiet), and he doesn't often speak about God or prayer. Princess, now there's my budding theologian, with a deep, daily relationship with Jesus. But, maybe I underestimate LilBro's connection with the Lord. Maybe there's more there than he shares with me.

Or maybe, the Spirit used my son to remind me of the Presence of our Lord in our hearts at all times, as a comfort, a consolation, and a reminder this early Monday morning, when my own heart was heavy with worry for my dad and missing my husband.

I wonder.