Papa’s Home

Papa came home last night…the little guys were almost speechless, except for crazy curly top. She dropped her toy and came running as fast as her little legs could carry her. While she climbed into Papa’s outstretched arms, Dancing Eyes climbed on his back and wrapped his little arms around Papa’s neck. Dancing Eyes wanted Papa to take him for  a walk, a special past-time for Papa and his little fans. As soon as Sean, riding his bike further down the block, realized his Papa was home, he pedaled that bike as fast as his skinny long legs could go.

Papa had of course brought treasures back for them from Alaska. Special socks with different native animals brought happy laughs, new books to read at bedtime made it just a little easier to go to sleep last night. Of course, just having Papa home was enough to bring a relative sense of calm to what had become an insane asylum for toddlers-gone-bad. (I continue to be amazed at how quickly that happened…)

Probably the most poignant moment for Papa was when Dancing Eyes whispered to him, “Papa, I thought you went to Heaven.”

Big sigh…that explains so much of the last several days…if Papa was in Heaven, certain little boys probably thought he would not come back to see them here in this house…that he would not carry them around the block on his shoulders…that he would not be here to pitch baseballs or play kickball or tag…or go to baseball practice, Sunday School…the list goes on and on. I honestly don’t know what was really going through those sweet little heads, but I DO know that they were all so thankful and relieved to see Papa get out of the car.

The concept of death and dying is hard enough for adults to comprehend, so for 4 and 6 year olds I can’t even imagine what really went through their heads when they heard us talking about Great Grandma and how sick she had become. Which brings me to the crucifixion and the resurrection. I still am amazed that Jesus came to earth in a human body while still being fully God, that He lived among us, ministered to us, and was rejected by us. That He endured the scourging and terrible humiliation by His own people and willingly–yes, willingly–allowed them to KILL him in order to bring an end to death. The end of hopelessness–the beginning of true peace. With the resurrection, death was conquered, life was offered. So if Papa going far away for a week was hard to grasp, wrapping my mind around the reality of the cross and the empty tomb truly boggles my mind. Today, I celebrate the regeneration of my soul. Thank you, Jesus, for that great love!

1 John 3:1-3

Holman Christian Standard Bible (HCSB)

Look at how great a love the Father has given us that we should be called God’s children. And we are! The reason the world does not know us is that it didn’t know Him. Dear friends, we are God’s children now, and what we will be has not yet been revealed. We know that when He appears, we will be like Him because we will see Him as He is. And everyone who has this hope in Him purifies himself just as He is pure.
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