Last night, however, I got one of those calls that demanded I run upstairs and try and find a quiet room.
Eva’s room was the only one open, until I noticed she was coloring in the corner. I gave her the elaborate, frantic hand-signals that allowed her the option of leaving as I commandeered her space, but she was content to stay put.
Eventually she did have to leave to go check on a screaming brother. But in her wake she left a note:
Nice job Dad, doing your job!
Positively or negatively, when those closest to us declare something as to our virtue, it makes the crowd’s voice irrelevant. Despite whatever came from that phone call, I had just won the jackpot in my daughter’s eyes. And I took it to the bank.
If God used words to create the world and everything in it, and we are made in his image, be wise with your words today: create something meaningful in someone else.