Dear Universe:

The wee one has taken a sudden interest in her baby dolls.

Tonight she was cradling a baby in her arms and swaying back and forth as she soothed it.

“You safe, baby. You safe from all the cars. You safe in my arms.”

“What is your baby’s name, honey?”

“My baby’s name is Mama. Mama is safe in my arms.”

I sure am. 

And, I feel proud that she sees in her parents what should be the parent’s primary roles. Safety. Comfort. And instilling a mortal fear of moving vehicles in parking lots.

I started praying about a year ago to be able to hear Your message through all the noise in the world.

Clear as a bell.