that curly haired bookworm daughter
whose emotions are more mysterious than
whose soul is deeper than the ocean's abyss.
And when she sits in silence, staring at what
only she knows,
I wouldn't dare interrupt her without necessity,
for her thoughts are great,
and I know that God is speaking to her,
that they are dining together on a feast of
ideas, of love,
communing there in her moments of silence.
And when she tiptoes as an Indian of old
under the immense California Oak trees,
binoculars hanging around her neck,
I leave her long to search out the Western Scrubs,
the shockingly orange Hooded Orioles,
though responsibility is washed away in her adventures.
For here she is basking in His goodness,
aglow in the beauty she finds in His creation,
worshiping Him by loving what He has made.
And when she cries, her tears flow colored,
when she reads, she's lost for hours,
when strangers speak to her, she shies away as if
all has stopped and now the world is focused only
a place where she finds herself desperately uncomfortable.
She is that deep, quiet soul that He has made her,
growing in untold ways every passing day.
Her smile is soft and
her mind is overflowing,
a waterfall of understanding
510. a glimpse into 8 year old curly haired, bookworm daughter's gratitude journal...
1. the birds that I hear and see outside
2. the bunny that hops around the floor
3. adorable Moses
4. my sissies playing and reading
5. the squirrels scampering on the ground
6. me and mommy making bread together
7. knowing that daddy is hard at work for us.
8. this wonderful day
9. looking at God's wonderful creation
10. hearing Moses
11. hearing Josiah rinsing dishes
12. watching the girls make a mess in the clean living room
13. looking at Moses' pouty face
14. catching a butterfly
15. watching daddy laugh
16. seeing Ruth cry
17. daddy catching a lizard