Most Sundays we do make it to church and Bella knows the routine. We wake up, we tell her we're going to Jesus' House and she calls it that or the church house. As we pull up to it, she usually lights up and says, "There's Jesus' house!"
So, today, she was pretty sleepy (which I love because then she cuddles in church). She suddenly sat up and holds my face in her hands and asks, "Where's Jesus?"
Hmmm, funny you should ask.
So, my first response was, "Well, Bella, Jesus is in your heart..."
She looks at me, perplexed, as I expected and repeats, "But, where's Jesus?"
Hm, ok, "Bella, Jesus is everywhere..." and I point around the room.
So, more persistently this time, she asks, (with her hands out, palms up), "Where's Jesus mommy?"
I nudge Charles for some help at this point, tell him what's on the table. He chuckles.
He finally came up with something a little more concrete for her to chew on: "Bella, Jesus is up in the sky in heaven."
She looks up at the sky and finds this an acceptable answer. How else do you explain it?
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