Scattered Joy
Just yesterday, Calvin and I were talking over the questions on a mailer he received from his "Mailbox Club" regarding creation. We were talking about how God created us from the dust of the earth. I could tell he was really thinking about this. It was hard for his little mind to grasp that Adam was formed from dirt, and that when we die, our bodies return to just the same. A few weeks ago, Grandma Marsha was talking about how her and Bruce had gotten arrangements together for their cremation and had even received their urns to collect their ashes. I remember talking briefly about spreading ashes and asking her when she wanted her spread. Although I don't remember him being a part of it, Calvin must have overheard the conversation. This morning, random and out of the blue (Calvin style), Calvin says, "Mom! I want my joy to be spread in lots of places!" At first I didn't get it. He was so excited when he said it, like he had had a sudden epiphany.