Lulie likes my Bible.
Janie bursts into the sun-room. I'm playing piano. "Your music is so JOYFUL, Momma!" She grins. "It's fine when you don't play. But it is so joy filled when you do."
The table a jumble of color crayons and fat pencils, smudgy paper, Jack stops. "Momma, I love you so much, real bad." He says this every day. Today he adds, "'I love you real bad,' means I love you in the whole world what it means."
As the sun goes down I watch him stare through our back window. "You are the sweetest thing in the world, bud."
He hardly turns. "Yeah," he says, "God think so. That berry good."
5 comments:
Oh! I just love the combination of those busy little hands and the verse you have circled. The dirt under the nails and the amazing, gleaming promise in God's word.
There's no doubt that you're teaching Jack that God loves him "really bad." Is it too early to start talking about a future courtship?
Oh, be still my heart!
As your momma it is my greatest joy that you are around and listening for the small yet enormous comments that come from your children. That you have engaged with them deep into the quick of your heart. That you do your job (as a mother) as if their lives depend upon it. As if your life depends on it. As if raising your children is the one thing no one else on earth can do.
Indeed, they cannot.
Bethany, I LOVE this post!! Love your photography, and love that little guy. I also totally agree with your momma's comment. So glad to have your WHOLE family in our lives!
Those are such GREAT photos! You should FRAME them!
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