Little Miss on Eternal Life

There has been a lot of discussion around me lately about introverts. If you're shy, are you an introvert?  If you are a "hermit", are you an introvert?  Can an introvert enjoy a party? A heavy discussion?  Do they open up?

I've been called an introvert, and even a recluse.  Especially after I quit teaching.  I snuggle up in my house with my books and laptop, and enjoy the solitude of quiet.  I do not necessarily like to be alone for long periods of time, but I certainly like my quiet.  In the movie, Date Night, Tina Fey's character, Mrs. Foster, explains that her fantasy would be to get a hotel room all to herself and just sit in the quiet.  That's what I am like.

So when Little Miss is home, the ultimate extrovert, I am stretched to the max with 'anti-introvertness', and am forced to engage in the most complicated, and deepest conversations I've ever had.

"Can God bring people back to life?" she asks from the back of the van.

"Yes." I say, uncertainly, wondering where this is going.  Easter was just last week.

"So when is Grandma coming back to life?"

Oh, dear.  "No, she's alive in heaven.  She won't come back here on earth."  My mind is racing as to the questions I am about to answer.

"Jesus came back to life 'cause he's God's son, right?"  She's looking out the window, deep in thought.

"Yes."

"So are we Jesus' daughters?  kids?"

"Uh, we're his friends..."

"But aren't we God's kids?"

"Um yes.  But God gives us life in heaven, not on earth after we die."  And I went into the Easter story again, the raising of Lazarus, anything that could possibly either make it easier to understand or so  complicated that I could possibly confuse myself.  I was sweating.

And just as I think I have a handle on it, Little Miss interrupts, and yells,

"COWS!"

Oh, good grief.  I look out the window at a herd of boring jersey cows and suddenly remember that I was riding with a five year old, with the attention span to match.  My blood pressure lowers back to normal and I am suddenly very tired.  Sigh.

Someone will someday explain eternal life to her better than I can, and for now, I will continue driving through Oak Hills to my home, where I will pull a hoodie over my head, sit in front of my laptop, and lather in my 'introvertness'.  Little Miss can go off and play, contemplating life and death with her barbies.