Children Really do Have the Final Word

My land-mate has a preschool (3-4 year olds) in her home. Every day, I can hear the children playing out in the back yard on the big play structure. Today, a boy fell in the dirt, and was crying. He seemed most upset about how dirty his hands were from falling on them, and of course the long way he had fallen to the ground from his 2.5 foot stature likely shook his little world too. But, the real kicker was, the girl who came to help him. She was so little! Yet, so powerful. She looked right in his eyes, and said, "Sometimes your hands get dirty when you're having a lot of fun!"

What a blessing to experience these small moments in life.

I love children! Please bless the young ones in your life today with some gesture of grand respect.