I snuck downstairs to change out the laundry. The girls were upstairs playing dress up. Tiaras, capes, dresses, and fancy plastic shoes. I was enjoying a minute of quiet time, thinking to myself, worrying about the week to come, when M. quietly walked into the laundry room dressed to attend a princess ball.
"Mom. Can I share something with you?" She asked.
I smiled to her as these were not the usual words from a four year old, but it was sweetness to my ears.
"Of course, M.," I responded and continued to fold the warm clothes.
"I don't want to die forever," she told me.
I wondered to myself, "Where in the world did this come from?" as I quickly flipped through my internal files about "How to respond to the fear of dying."
I stopped folding the clothes and kneeled down right in front of her. I turned to God for the answers.
"I know that dying seems scary. I don't want you to worry about dying. God is in control. Remember that we are only here on Earth as people for a short time, but if you believe in Jesus, if you let him into your heart, we will be in heaven together forever ... "
Just as I was feeling solid about my response and was going to say more, M. interrupted.
"Mom, when is Daddy going to show us that flying helicopter?"
I looked to where she was pointing and realized her worry was gone. She had moved on, but for that slight moment I was able to share with her about Jesus.
I hate to see my baby girls worry. Especially worry about something that they have no control over. Hmmm... I'm guessing that's how God feels about me and my worries. I need to do a little more trusting and have more faith in His plans. It's time for me to move on too.