Last week we were honored guests (read: token white people) at a passing out party. What the heck is a passing out party you ask? It is when a boy goes through initiation rites and passes out of childhood and into young manhood and then he comes back home for a celebration. There was a party tent and a sound system and we were asked to make several speeches. Fortunately for us, our kids love to hear themselves on a microphone and they even sang 2 solos as part of the circus act (Please consider paying for their therapy when we reintegrate into mainstream society). If you know the Man-Cub, you may have guessed that he sang his favorite song "Go Tell it on the Mountain". But the Little Miss, she sings her own music.
Today Little Miss has left "free" and graduated to four. She can actually pronounce "three" now that it comes to a close all too soon. But she will always be free. Her spirit is singing her own song- passionate- imaginative- and free as the wind blows. She loves the original Elsa- the lioness that was "Born Free".
Four years ago Little Miss was born as the darkest night in some 600 years ended and turned into light. It was a full moon that was totally eclipsed on the winter solstice. And she tore into this world like a rocket ablaze with love and joy and strong feelings whichever way they go. Never did a baby scream as loud as that child on the beautiful marvelous night she was born. I remember how strangely empty inside I felt after her entry into the world. Though I held her in my arms it was already an act of separation. She came as a gift that I couldn't keep to myself.
A wise person once said that we know God best in our missing Him.
Beautiful, surprising, passionate zeal for life. She has helped us to know God better from day one.
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