Strange things happening

The story I'm about to tell happened quite a while ago, when Nathan was the only child. Justin got up early one morning and went hunting. Natey woke up at about 5 or so and I brought him into our bed to get a little bit more sleep. He laid there for a little while and then started whispering. This went on for a few minutes until I asked him who he was talking to. He pointed across the room and said "I'm talking to those kids". "What kids?", I asked. "Those kids over there" he said as he pointed across the room. As you could probably guess there were no kids to be seen - or at least I couldn't see them. I said "Will could you please ask them to be quiet?" He whispered something, turned over, and went to sleep.

A few months later I was doing something in my room when Nathan came in and asked me who the man in a picture was that I keep on my dresser. You see the picture above. That's my grandfather, my dad's dad, who passed away over 20 years ago. I explained to him that it was my Papa trying not to confuse him because he also has Papa's of his own. Keep in mind that Nathan was less than 3 years old when this happened. He said "Oh! I know him. I talk to him all the time." He turned around and walked out of the room.

I believe him. I think kids are clairvoyant. After all, they come to us from Heaven, don't they? Why wouldn't they get a glimpse of it from time to time, if nothing else just to soothe them? The thought of a possibility that he knew my Papa gave me great comfort.

Recently we've had something strange happening. I can't decide if Justin is doing this or not. I'll tell you about it nevertheless. A few weeks back I found a lid to the milk gallon in a cupboard where we keep our cups and plates.

I found it hard to believe that Justin was interested in keeping these, but left it there for a few days with intentions of asking him about it. About 3 days later I threw it away. It wasn't long before another one appeared there. Finally I asked Justin why he was saving the lids. He acted as if I'd lost my mind. I told him about the one I found the week prior that I'd thrown away. I explained that another one showed up and thought I better find out why we were saving them. He swears up and down that he didn't put them there. Well, I know I didn't and the kids are too small to put them there - even with the help of a chair.

See what I'm saying? Strange things are a happenin'.