"Son" and Paris

Sometimes I make things too complicated. Yesterday I was reading something about the final judgment and what the ultimate criteria would be. For the author it was simply being a child of God. Full stop. I know you can't stop too long and linger before questions like, "Must I accept this status or is it birthed outside of my control?" "What is it to be a good child?" "Why is struggle and pain part of this childhood?" But in the end, all the theology and philosophy must give way to a childlikeness that is more powerful and on occasion tangible: God loves me and titles me his son. And this surely can be enough.

Here's my little sister in Paris!