A long time ago, when John was little, we went to a church in the town where we lived. John went to children’s church and Sunday school class while I was in adult church and adult Sunday school. One day, we were on our way to daycare and work and we were talking about how foggy it was outside. There was fog everywhere but it wasn’t so dense you couldn’t see through it, so driving conditions were decent that morning.
We talked about how clouds were large collections of moisture high above the earth and fog was large collections of moisture on the ground… sort of like clouds. As we were talking, John mentioned that he had learned in Sunday school that Moses went up on the mountain to talk to God, and that God came to Moses in a cloud. Then John said, “Mama, do you think God is in the clouds around us?”
Oh, my heart melted because he was so thoughtful about what he asked. I thought for a moment or two and replied, “Yes, John, I believe that God is in those clouds and that He is all around us.” He seemed satisfied with that and was quiet for a while.
Sometimes, it’s the little things that make such sweet, sweet memories. It is memories like this I hope I’ll never forget and I hope to remind him of someday. Stories maybe he will share with his children.
I know this is a short story but hopefully one that will make you smile.
I’ll always love that John of mine.
Take care!
Rebecca