I just found a post on here that I had started writing (but never finished) back in November. I swear I don't remember writing it. That last month or so after Hurricane Sandy was a serious blur. I don't recall the specifics of most days from that time period. The one thing I do recall though is talking to God a lot. That's what that unfinished post was about: my conversations with God.
Funny, but that's kind of the reason why I signed on today. I was planning on writing about the little things I've been overhearing lately when listening in on my son's converations with God. I've been catching him talk every once in a while to an unseen source. He seems to ask questions and get answers. It's very cool.
He's 4. He comes to church with us and basically uses the pews and the fold-down kneelers as a place to drive his Matchbox cars. He dreads the hour we have to sit there because it does not involve video games or bubble gum. He's like most 4 year-olds.
So it surprised me when he suddenly started chiming in with night time prayers and having these one-on-one talks with the Big Man. The other day when he wasn't feeling well he asked, "God? Why am I breathing this way?"...pause..."Oh, OK. Thanks."
Of course, I inquired about the conversation. He said God told him he might have to take some medicine.
Yesterday as he sat watching TV, I saw him raise his hand up and say something under his breath. He looked at me and said, "I was just telling God that it was the TV, not me that just said 'Oh my God'. I didn't want him to think I was calling him or anything."
Now, I know everyone has their own relationship with God. And I know that it takes time to find it. It took me 37 years. I also know that relationships change over time and that they ebb and flow like the tides. I am just happy that my son is heavy into it right now.
Maybe the silver lining of Hurricane Sandy for me is that it helped my son get closer in his relationship with God..? Because of all the talking he overheard from my lips...all the questions and answers...all the love...
Yes, that's definitely it.
Oh, and it's super cute when he prays, too. He thinks the word Amen is actually Eight Pens.