A couple of days ago, my 4-year old grandson and I left the house quite early to run errands and get back home as early as possible. As we left the house it was still dark and the sun hadn’t risen. But, on the way back the sun was in its glory, manifesting its bright and luminous rays in the sky. We were almost home when my grandson shouts, “Nana, look up there.” “Where?” I ask. “Do you see it?” “See what?” “The sky, Nana, look at the sky.” I pull the car over and look at the sky. Again, he asks me, “Do you see it?” “Well,” I respond, I see the sky and I see a little cloud.” He gets excited and tells me, “Yes, that cloud. It is little, like me. Is that how I get home?”
I thought about his question and answered with another, “What do you mean, home?” “Like you always tell me Nana, heaven is our home.” I remained quiet thinking about what he was saying. He was so excited because he thought the little cloud was his way into his home in heaven.
Usually, our skies are abounding with clouds, but, on that afternoon there were only two we could see, and one was so tiny. “It’s moving, it’s moving closer, Nana.” I look and sure enough the cloud begins to move. I begin to explain as simply as possible how clouds move, but he wasn’t interested in that. He was overwhelmed with glee believing that was his little cloud and the doorway to his home in heaven.
His joy and naivety brought me to tears. In an afternoon of busyness and rapidity and without thought of anything else; the Lord used my grandson to speak to my heart on the road home. “My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. You know the way to the place where I am going.” John 14:2-4 NIV
I could only thank the Lord for the recap of my focus.