This afternoon the school called to tell me that P was not feeling well. When I got to the school I heard him before I saw him. He was entertaining the front office with his chatter. He looked fine to me (and the school administrator agreed.) Even P told me he felt fine.
Since all he would miss was nap time, I decided to take him with me. We went to the grocery store, did a little laundry and returned to get his siblings. As we pulled into the school he broke a moment of silence by saying, "Mama, I think you are wonderful."
Melt my stinkin' HEART!
Lord, I am praying already for Your choices in mates for my children. I am already beginning to grasp how very difficult it will be to trust someone else with these precious hearts. How can I trust that they treat them with tenderness, kindness, honor, respect?
Then I remember. It is not as much that I must trust another broken human, as it is that I must trust YOU.