adjectives.

i.do.not.know.the.meaning.of.that.word. she says to me as i tuck them in

tonight.  i've said that the dessert they helped me make was heavenly.

that's a perfect adjective for it, i say.  that is when she replied in her 

silly robot voice.  i remind her what an adjective is & we begin 

using them to describe things around us.  her bed is comfy 

& warm.  the room safe & red.  her sister is bubbly 

& fun. then, one of them says to describe mom. 

what is this that races through my head? questioning who i am & 

wondering if will they dwell on the bad moments like i do at times 

in regret?  i hear echoes of doubt & wonder if they get enough 

of me, do they have enough room to grow, do they feel heard?

glory-filled & beautiful, she says. 

 despite there being much room for growth in this

broken sinner, i am encouraged, hopeful & humbly grateful.

may i freely give out as much grace & encouragement as my

sweet, little ones just granted me.

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