Monday, August 8, 2011
Isaiah stood in the sizzling sun, brown toes curled over the deck boards, knees bent and spring-loaded for action. Then he pulled his goggles over his eyes, the band creating wild, wet tufts of white hair at the back of his head.
“Hey, Mom, watch this!”
Then took a leap. When he hit the water, cool drops rained over my own legs. Within a second, Zay’s head broke the surface, and his tiny face turned upward, back toward the deck, for my approval.
Honeycomb, I thought, as I sensed the Holy Spirit’s gentle prompt. My sweet golden boy is looking for honeycomb.
Pleasant words. God says they’re like honey. They taste good. They’re nourishing. Good for the soul. Healing.
“Zay,” I said. “That was an awesome jump. Purely athletic!”
My son’s smile stretched wide.
I smiled, too.
Thanks, God, for the reminder. May my words, in Your good grace, be sweet nourishment for my sons.
Chicken Soup for the Soul: Just for Preteens, was released last week. “The Prize” and “Hard Truth”, two stories from my own preteen years, are included.
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Glory to God!