Where's my suitcase?

Joei & I have been talking a lot about what the meaning of Easter is, that it's much more than just a bunny rabbit. So we were talking about how amazing God is, that not even death could keep Him down; referencing the difference between when people here die and how that's it...but when Jesus died, that wasn't the way it stayed. Now mind you, Joei is extremely inquisitive. She asks questions that seriously make me have to think long and hard for the right answer. She is going to be a researcher before she dives into anything, that I can already tell. So she says to me, "I thought that when people die here they live in Heaven?" I explained that yes, that is true, she was concerned with the time frame of it all! So I talked about Joey's granny, whom recently passed, sharing about how once she died here, she immediately was alive in Heaven. And in the blink of an eye she left her adult body and returned to her 5 year old self and said, "but how did she pack her stuff?"

To Joei, the thought of Heaven without toys is boring, her words. Boring. Ah sweet Joei, it's anything but that. Granted I've never been so who knows, maybe there are toys there for kids. I'm going to bet that there is. And I'm also going to bet that Jesus rolls on the grass with all the kids and plays with their toys. Because the kind of Jesus that I love, the Jesus that saved me from the muck and mire of my life, that kind of Jesus would do something like that. He would get down and play with the kids. I'm just going to bet...