On the way to Activity Days yesterday I got to listen to a wonderful conversation. We were giving a neighbor girl a ride and she has a three week old baby brother. Which led to the girls talking about themselves when they were born. Sam calmly said, "I was born with medical problems." It was kind of interesting listening to the twins and Sam explaining, in their own terms, what's "wrong" with Sam. They have a pretty good handle on what's going on. Sam, in this chipper, happy voice announced, "I'm going die when I'm a teenager!" (I have no idea where or when she decided teenager is it for her. We've talked a lot about the fact her life might be shorter than most - but I have never given her an expiration date...) The neighbor was kind of shocked and I just kept listening and staying out it. Sam then said, "I hope I die really fast. I don't want to miss my family." (Oh, Sam. We don't want to miss you either...) But this led to the wonderful part of the conversation. The twins and their friend quietly reassured Sam that if she is lucky enough to die before the rest of us, she will get to see Jesus first. "How great will that be?"
I am continually amazed by the depth of understanding of children. I am thankful for the knowledge that we have of eternal families. We have be sealed together for time and all eternity and belong to each other forever. Good byes are not forever. Some of us just get to be with Jesus longer than others. I cannot write this without tears streaming down my face. I cannot imagine life here without Sam. I cannot imagine life here without the Gospel of Jesus Christ. I know it's true. I know it's real.
(And really, Sam is doing great. She's not anywhere near dying, any time soon... sorry for the heavy post, it just seemed like something I needed to say...)