All she wrote was Love
Hot pink satin adorned with multi-colored plastic rhinestones, Charleigh’s diary rests safely under her pillow. She pulls it out each night and fills the pages with pictures. Knowing that diaries are supposed to be private she set strict rules that only Mommy, Daddy, Kaleb, Joshua and anyone else she knows can read it.
Recently Charleigh ran into my room clutching her diary to her heart. Gushing drama in a way that only little girls can she announced that she had just realized that NOW she could actually write in her diary instead of merely drawing pictures. (She’s been able to write for some time now but she hadn’t put the two together yet.) She danced back to bed singing a song about her precious diary. She’s such a girly girl.
Last night she sat in bed with a different book, a bright yellow prayer journal which I gave her last year. She had never shown much interest in the journal, I had assumed it was because she already had her precious diva diary. As she sat there she explained she had been saving her journal till she could “really” write. Now she was ready.
Charleigh spent twenty minutes intently writing. She told me she was writing about what was in her heart; she said she was writing about her God and her family. This morning when I woke her up I found the yellow journal laying beside her with the pencil tucked inside marking the page which she had been writing on. Anxious to see what she had written and having been given previous permission I picked it up for a quick read. What had my little girl written, what was “in her heart” about God, family and friends?
All she wrote was love.
Love, love, love, love, love, the page was filled with the word.
I asked her to tell me about it and she said; “Love is all that matters. Its why were here, why God made us and why Jesus came. It’s why we’re family and why we’re friends.”
Love
What a sweet little girl.
