When my five-year old speaks, his perspective often causes me to pause and ponder. Sometimes his insights are holy. This is a small window into our conversation while we sat in the summer grass eating breakfast in God's golden rays.
Does Jesus live at the moon?
Jesus lives everywhere.
Have you been to the moon Momma?
No. Have you?
No, but I wish I should go to the moon. I would need a big rocket.
And a space soup. If you have a space soup, you can jump really high. And you can go underwater. And everything.
Wow! A space soup?
Yeah, but I just wish I should go everywhere.
Me too son. Me too.