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Truth - 5 minute fridays

Truth it’s a person, it’s Jesus.  He is the Truth.  He said it about himself in the Book of John.  He stood before Pilate and was His answer when he asked unbelievingly, “What is truth?” 
He is the Truth that I’ve known all along.  He is the only Truth that ultimately makes sense.  I know and have always known that he is real, that He is God, and that all of life comes together through Him.  I knew it as a child listening to my mom’s retelling of Bible Stories and I knew it even though I stumbled over it as a highschooler trying to figure my faith out.  I always knew that He was indeed true, even when I was so far from true. 
Here’s another Truth….our real home Heaven.  It’s that place that according to the writer of Hebrews all of the former sojourners of the faith looked for.  They were not content with this mediocre life with all of its hurts and hang ups, even though some possessed great wealth and some had none they all decided that their real, truest home was Heaven.  And that according to Hebrews, is the home they were looking for…waiting for…the place they would finally be their truest selves at Home in Heaven with God….and all this…this joy in this life and all its pain…its monotony…its blessing…that all of this was just a journey onward…sometimes just one day at a time…sometimes one moment….that it was a journey to the Ultimate Truth….God our Father, Jesus His Son, and the sweet comforting Holy Spirit…that they were real True life….and communion with them and freedom from ourselves…freedom to dance in fellowship with them…live in their love…that was our True Design…
I try to instill that in my girls…over and over we’ve talked.  Early on in the early years of my two older girls, a beloved family member died …young..only 26, unexpected…hard…for reasons unexplained…too soon…leaving a baby of his own…and all the “Why?s” and “ifs”….and from that pain…out of the whys…many discussions have been birthed…
Now a natural flow of our conversations is about Heaven…and according to my Madeline (my truth proclaimer…my girl with the prophet personality)… “Heaven is real. And earth isn’t.”  She said emphatically all of us a pile of love on the living room rug.  I looked into those clear blue eyes and said, “Well Madeline…earth is real.”  Madeline wasn’t giving up the point.  “Well,” she put her hands out and rolled her eyes up to the sky (like a girl I once knew), “Heaven is most real.” 
She’s right.  She knows this life isn’t forever and that something eternal is so close to us all.  Something truer, better, what we’ve all longed for…Heaven.
Yes Heaven, our true home…its working its way into our the mini van whisking around town…what better conversation than Heaven…beauty of Hope discussed by two sisters… A three year old and a five year old and a 28 year old all musing about Heaven…who will we know, what will we do, and how death really isn’t scary…when ones eyes immediately flutter open to Jesus’ sweet face and angel wings….and a soul is finally free to be all that it was made to be…enjoying the One who made and saved us forever in His beautiful Home....Truth served up from the heart of a child.  
madelyn : "Heaven is the most real place."


  1. What an awesome momma you are! Keep up the good work!!!

    Stopping by from #FMF

    Brandi (@Fitzysmom)

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  3. What a great post! I love all of the different connections you made, closing it out with the sweetest of conversations between your daughters. Beautiful. Having trouble signing in... But this is Holly from! Glad to have been your 5 Minute Friday neighbor! :)

  4. Such beautiful Truth here. :) We lost a sweet friend this past May, and it has been interesting (and awesome!) to hear my daughter talk about heaven. Some days she still thinks we can take an airplane to visit, but I love that she wants to go there! I'm just praying that the truth and beauty of it will continue to grow in her little heart. :) Love this post...blessings, friend!


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