Last weekend, as I was assembling Alex’s backpack to put it away in preparation for mopping the kitchen, I discovered this:
I wonder what my practical, superhero-enamored, imaginative little boy actually understands about faith, at this early point in his journey.How much of what he draws at school is simply because he’s expected to, and how much of it springs from a true place of simple faith? And how deep does the lesson go?
But for the moment, it’s enough for me to see these words, to know that they are connected with one of my favorite Lenten songs, to know that he knows that connection at some visceral level, even if it’s not conscious yet…and to know that he has the rest of his life to explore the rest of it.
Kathleen M. Basi 