Chats with an eight-year-old…

The other day I was spending some wonderful time with Flossie, my eight-year-old daughter.

We were having a rather philosophical discussion and I said, “Perhaps this is heaven right here. Perhaps heaven is a choice.”

“This can’t be heaven,” Flossie retorted. “If I fall off Cookie, I’ll hurt myself. In heaven you couldn’t hurt yourself.”

“Maybe,” I replied.

I continued to ponder it; in a world where there was no failure, no pain, no challenge, where’s the fun, I thought?

Maybe we need that to appreciate the good.

Or maybe that’s a silly belief that’s instilled in us.

Perhaps Flossie is right…