Jul. 29, 2006 - out of the mouths of babes |
She's two.
I'm thirty-six.
She's still a baby.
I"m a grown woman with children of my own.
She's a cute, little blond.
I'm a big brunette.
We both like cheeseburger Happy Meals.
She calls me her friend and tells me, "I love you".
Done.
I was walking away from Grace (story of my life in 6 words). I had one small problem, soccer camp. I'd volunteered to work in the nursery for that week.
Fine.
I had made that commitment. I would honor it, but after Friday I was gone. I had no friends there. I wouldn't be missed. That Tuesday night I'm in the nursery when she walks in.
"MY FRIENDS!"
"MY FRIENDS!"
She starts to holler as soon as she sees us. She didn't want to leave.
"NO, NO, I have to stay with my FRIENDS!" she'd yell every time she saw us. It was then that I finally realized that even if no one else there cared if I stayed or went, this little one loved me.
If God can use a donkey, then God can surely use a 2 year old little girl.
I hope, sometimes, God might even use me.
I hope I can be as uninhibited as my precious little friend is in telling people that I love them.
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