The Mystical

Lawrence (not real name) is my special spiritual grandchild. He has always been aware of God and has an understanding of the love of God far beyond most adults. In Sunday school he always cuts to the quick with his direct insights into the scriptures. He clearly sees how the Bible gives him instructions on daily living. And, yes, there is that all boy part that is rough and ready.

Lawrence is now 11 but when he was 4 years old, almost 5, I was babysitting one evening for him and his older sister. It was dinner time, and I was serving pizza. I asked him and his sister to wash their hands. Well, Lawrence was back before he left. I asked him why he had not washed his hands yet and he told me that he wanted to tell me about when he was in heaven with God. Using the wisdom of the Holy Spirit, I told him that I really wanted to hear the story, but at bedtime. I did not want any interruptions or distractions.
 
Well, I gave Lawrence his bath and we brushed his teeth and I tucked him into bed and read a story to him. Then I said, “tell me about being in heaven with God.”  Lawrence was quiet for a moment; I speculate so that he could gather his thoughts. He said that he was in heaven with God, and they were picking red berries on a bush. I asked what kind of berries and he said he did not know but they were red. I asked him where he was before he started to pick the berries and he replied that he “wasn’t”. He said that “this was the first he knew.” I asked him, “what did heaven look like?… and he thought and thought and said that it was a pretty place with a lot of fruit trees and flowers. He did not see any houses or other people. He said it was pretty and he felt real good being with God. He said that God showed him mommy and asked if He could put me in Mommy’s tummy. Lawrence said that she looked like a nice girl so he said okay. I said, “what happened next?” He said that God put him in mommy’s tummy. I asked if there was anything else and Lawrence said “no.” 
 
I turned out the lights and was leaving his room and he called out, “Pop, I almost forgot. When God puts you in Mommy’s tummy, H puts a little piece of Himself in there too.”
 
There is no way Lawrence could have heard this story from someone else and it is a big stretch to think that he just made up such a story. This affirmed my belief that life begins at conception. What a wonderful God. He knew our names before we were born, and he knows the number of hairs on our head.