When Gavin was 2 and 3 he loved to "church talk". We'd come home from church and ask him about what he learned then he'd ask us what we learned. He's always been a very deep thinker, even from toddlerhood. That precious time of church talking turned into asking all sorts of questions about the world around him and morphed into a mini learning session on life. The phrase stuck and now anytime any of us wants to go have a discussion together we ask the other person if they'd like to "church talk" with us.
Normally every night after dinner, while the kids are doing their chores, Chuck and I go "church talk" upstairs in our room or in the front room. We enjoy going over the day's events, highs and lows with each other and just having a wee bit of alone time together.
Thus was the routine after last night's dinner. Chuck and I retreated up to our room. It was very cold, so cuddling up on our bed with a nice warm quilt seemed the logical method of encouraging a comfy 'church talk' time. As soon as the kids found us (a whole 5 minutes later), they each wedged themselves in whatever open space they could find between us on our bed.
All 5 of us, cuddled up all snug as a bug, laying there for an hour church talking it up. It was heaven. Everyone had a question about something. We enjoyed sharing our differing opinions about each subject. The kids would ask our opinion about something and decide whether or not they believed it the same way. It was such a remarkable time. I so wish God could have taken a snap shot from heaven...then I could keep the moment alive in my head.
It's these unplanned moments of time together, opening our hearts, fears, concerns, beliefs, opinions, lives up to each other that truly fills me up. Church talk is the best.
