Questions spilled from his mouth, Eryn's endless thoughts bouncing at me from the back-seat of the car.

 

Like any 9 year old boy, the Reservoir of persistence runs deep, "What are we going to do? How long can I stay? Will my Mom let me spend the night?"

 

My ten year old son Brandon, who occupied the seat next to me in the car, laughed, amused by the interrogation.

 

"What's for lunch? Do you still have your dog? Do you have the cat? Can we play outside?" The flood of inquiries, tossed out at random.

 

Eryn stuck his head forward, tapping me on the shoulder. "Are you going to answer me?"

 

"Yes, I'm sorry. Let's see." I gathered my thoughts.

 

"You can play video games, or go outside, the weather's warm. We're having sandwiches, chips and ice cream for lunch. And we still have the dog and the cat."

 

All of a sudden, Eryn leaned in, bending hard to make eye contact with me, while I kept my gaze on the road ahead.

 

"Hey, where is Ray today? What's he doing? Why isn't he with us? He could throw baseballs with Brandon and me."

 

"Well, he's setting up his photography equipment at a high school." I told him, explaining Ray's absence. 

 

For a brief moment, Eryn reclined, moved back into the cushioned seat and fidgeted with the handle on the window.

 

Glancing at him in my rear view mirror, his puzzled stare, and puckered mouth told me he was forming new questions. His thoughts engaged, and he jumped forward.

 

"But, what is he doing there," Eryn asked. "Does he need his camera?"

 

"Yes, he's hanging a backdrop with a theme and setting up a place to take pictures later on. He will use his digital camera, I assume."

 

"Buy, why?"

 

"Because, that camera is easy, fast and takes great pictures."

 

 

"Why?"

 

"Because,” I reaffirmed, "see, everyone will want their picture taken before the prom ends."

 

"Buy, why?" Eryn continued, wanting details.

 

"Because it's a night for the juniors and seniors to have a party. It's a prom."

 

"What's a junior? Senior?"

 

"They are the students that are the oldest in the high school." Trying to keep my answers simple only prompted Eryn's whirlwind.

 

Steering my car toward the driveway at my house, Eryn jumped forward, tossing one last question.

 

"But, I what ... what... is a prom?" he drilled.

 

"It's a dance. Girls in dresses, and guys all cleaned up, they have fun, dancing. It's a party."

 

With another puzzled look, he cross examined, "But who ... who would want to take Ray to a PROM?"

 

Choking and laughing, I said, "Well, I guess no one. He doesn't have a date."

 

Eryn's understanding or lack there of, and his pursuit for clarity; at times only added to his confusion as he tried to figure out who "in their right mind" would take my husband to a prom. 

 

Are you like Eryn, living with excitement, genuinely anticipating the day? Do you at times get mixed up, misinterpreting ideas or issues?

 

If so, join the Lord. He’s waiting just for you and doesn’t mind if you have questions and are searching for explanations.

 

Trust him. He is waiting to guide you; his way will keep you on the path that leads to the dance.

 

Just think, what a party you will have…with Jesus as your date!