It all started when we were walking to our car outside of Carrie's house tonight.
"Mom, does Jesus live on the moon?" William asked.
I couldn't help but chuckle to myself a little bit. I mean, come on... it puts the man on the moon in a whole new perspective. And I responded, "No, baby, he doesn't live on the moon. He lives in Heaven with Heavenly Father and Heavenly Mother."
The whole way home, William proceeded to ask me question after question about Jesus. I was able to talk and share with my children about the pre-existence, spirits and bodies, and resurrection. I feel like I was able to share my testimony with them about Christ and how He still lives. And that some time we will be resurrected just like Him. I know they don't understand the fullness of everything I told them, but I think on some level they do.
My answers to William's questions only brought on MORE questions. He wanted to know why he has "NEVER seen Jesus. Why can't we see Jesus? Why won't Heavenly Father let Him come?" Which brought on a whole new explanation of things.
My favorite, besides Jesus being the Man on the Moon, was "I have Never seen Jesus. I think He's lost. We need to find Him."
Gosh! I have had a hard and exhausting day. This conversation was the perfect ending to this day. Maybe William knew I needed it. I'm pretty sure Heavenly Father did.