Sometimes it's a deep theological truth, or an encounter with the Supernatural that does it. Other times, it is simply the words of a child.
Today during our time of doing Phonics together, Sophie quite suddenly looked up at me and said, "Mommy, I really like the way God made you. Because I think you're pretty."
Tears in my eyes.... big hugs....and reassurance that I am indeed happy with the way God made her, too. I'm not sure where that came from today.....held against the standard of this world and it's culture, I'm so far from anything resembling pretty. But my heart was warmed to think that my 5 yr. old sees something pretty in me....and EVEN MORE SO to think that she knows where the value and worth in each one of us comes from. God.