I May Be Small ....

Yes, I may be small ... But I am the Boss, says Daniel's one-sie on his first month celebrations yesterday. I guess we haven't got round to tell him about God; one day, he'll learn. He'll also learn that mommy's milk is not the best thing this world can offer, that being woken to eat is not the most terrible thing to happen to anyone, that being burped is not some strange ritual torture that mommy and daddy inflicts on poor baby. It's quite fun to imagine little conversations in his head when he stares at us.

Today, we brought him out for a walk round the estate. He slept through most of it, oblivious to the beauty of the world around him. Sometimes, I wonder if he still wishes he was back in the warm dark womb. And that makes me wonder about our own state. While we saved by the blood of the lamb, and heaven awaits us, do we still cling on to the finite and miniscule pleasures of this world as if heaven is going to be but a strange bad choral dream? When will we wake to the realities of our inheritance?

Strange how the Small Boss teaches us things....