My daughter's poem - A Slice of Heaven

I walked through the door last night after work and my daughter handed me this poem:

A mom is nice,
A dad is good,
Daughters are pretty,
Sons are understood.

Pet dogs are wonderful,
Pet cats are colorful.

But if they are all together,
they are fantastic no matter what the weather.

I love this.  Not only because it was from my daughter, but there is an underlying truth that rocked me. 

All daughters need to know that they are pretty, and all sons need to know they're understood.

At some point I may get creative and wrap this into a song (I'm terrified I'd wreck it); but for now it can stand on its own merits.



 

Old Wisdom - Hosea 11

I was listening to a Thomas McKenzie sermon ("Insulation") and he pulled out a portion of Hosea 11 that hit me.

It was just full of images of God loving his people in a very personal and real way.  It isn't something you see as often in the OT, especially beyond Psalms.

Yet it was I who taught Ephraim to walk;
I took them up in my arms,
but they did not know that I healed them.
 I led them
with bands of human kindness,
with cords of love.
I treated them like those
who lift infants to their cheeks;
I bent down to them and fed them.

Then he acknowledges how Israel has strayed and the anguish that causes.  It is just some great stuff.

Mostly I wanted to capture the thought somewhere before it runs away. http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=hosea%2011&version=CEB