At mass this weekend our priest gave a homily on the seven fruits of the Holy Spirit and how these gifts become more evident in our lives as we draw closer to God. He asked at one point for us to look inside ourselves to really see what was in our hearts.
My oldest daughter nudged me and asked, "How do I do that? I don't know how to look inside myself."
At her age things are still quite literal, concrete, and black and white. The same is true for her brother. When trying to explain nuances and other shades of gray to them I can practically see the steam coming from their ears as their tiny circuits overload.
