Today it’s my privilege to be sharing a testimony of God’s grace over at Holly Barrett’s site. Each week Holly hosts a link-up called Testimony Tuesday. Click over to check it out, read some great posts, and link a story of your own!
How are you this week? So glad to have you back for another round of Five Minute Friday — the flash mob of writers who huddle together each week for some good old fashioned free writing and encouragement.
But they stayed blue for several months before gradually melting into a gentle hazel, melting me along the way.
Today you’re eight years old.
My youngest. My baby.
You breezed into our family and taught me what the phrase “all boy” looks like. If you have a stick and a patch of dirt, you’re content.
Your first word was “ball.” You slept with a tennis ball in one hand and a cricket bat tucked under the other, for months on end.
You make me laugh every day. Ouma nicknamed you Brains when you were about one, and you’ve lived up to the title.
You think deeply, love deeply, feel deeply.
You’re compassionate and hilarious. Quick-witted and eloquent. Stubborn and determined. Thoughtful and thought-provoking.
You challenge me to notice.
You ask deeper questions than I’ve ever considered.
Your strong will works in your favor more often than not. You’re not a people pleaser. You don’t follow the crowd. You have a mind of your own — and once it’s made up, I’m hard pressed to persuade you otherwise.
May you use these strengths and qualities for good. May God continue to show you how to use the gifts He’s given you for His glory.
And I’ll always be grateful for the gift He’s given me in you.