At Samuel's Memorial service they had an open mic for people to share. My friend's daughter (10 years old) shared that in her Bible study she was reading about how Jesus healed the blind man and how Jesus was the first person the blind man ever saw. Then she said, "Jesus was the first person Samuel saw."
A week after Samuel was born the kids and I were laying on my bed. I said, "Samuel has been in Heaven for one week today."
T1 said, "I remember when you said that about Isabel."
And you remember?
That was depressing.
I probably did.
I can't believe my kids had to hear me say that twice in 3 years.
So after I got over that, we lay there talking about what it must have been like for Samuel. We were daydreaming about it. He was in the womb, safe and warm and unaware of things, and then he was in heaven. It must have been like emerging, not as a baby hazily emerges from the womb, but waking up, fully conscious, fully aware...into heaven. That was all he would ever know in his life...heaven.
We lay there staring up at the ceiling, thinking of this concept in quiet contemplation when my son said,
"He skipped the dot."
"Samuel skipped the dot and went straight to the line."
We smiled together (me through tears) at the thought. We had just received a costly nugget of truth from God, something we had worked hard to earn.
We are living the dot.
The dot isn't important.
The line is.