Mabel Molanphy

Lit­tle Mabel had a hor­ri­ble, sad moment today, though we aren’t sure what sparked it. But, she was com­plete­ly incon­solable and sad as she cried and pro­nounced through sobs and tears that she just want­ed to go live with Heav­en­ly Father, with her whole body. In mama’s igno­rance, she was ner­vous to have her spir­it leave her body, as I’ve tried to explain in the past, as “death.” Nope, that was­n’t it. She just cried hard­er declar­ing she want­ed to go vis­it Heav­en­ly Father. At that time, I exit­ed, as Dad­dy con­tin­ued to pre­pare her for nap. Dad­dy returned to me soon and told me that those were real, incon­solable tears.

Mabel final­ly slept. An hour lat­er, she came to find us. When dad­dy asked if she felt bet­ter, she said, “Yep. Heav­en­ly Father just took me to Heav­en. He gave me a lit­tle dream.” I prod­ded a bit more, and she said, “I did­n’t real­ly go there, of course, it was just a dream. But, Heav­en­ly Father lead­ed me there.” Mama: “Who did you see?” “Many peo­ple. Many, many peo­ple. They were happy.”

And that was it. So sim­ple, so declar­a­tive. How pure for a child. I’m sure she knows what she saw, and will remem­ber this. For her, I’m sure it holds great impor­tance in her life. The Faith of a Child