"Like our Bibles,"' Janie says, "I would lock our Bibles in the gated off spot." She rubs the soft curls on Honey's head, "At least I would try to get the Bibles and lock 'em in there." She's imagining a room just for Honey, the kind you can hide in if bad guys break into your house.
And if we had an extra Bible," she raises both eyebrows, "I would maybe give it to the bad guys so they could become Christians like us." She hugs Honey-dog, whispers something in her ear. "Then they could read it and maybe go to heaven like us." Heaven, it's settled.
You capture these moments BEAUTIFULLY, Bethany! Like listening to portraits verbalize, art speak. It blesses to the core of my being.
ReplyDeleteBeauty... she knows how to make me tear up in an instant.
ReplyDeleteShe reminds me so much of you.
Cannot wait to see you all.
Oh that Emma Jane. Her Grammie thinks she is something special, yes I do. I also think a mama who pays attention to these moments and makes room for her logic to be real, gives her the gift of seeing. By this I mean she will be able as an adult to see the spiritual side of things and it will not be disparate from the rest of her life.
ReplyDeleteI love the new pic on top! You're such a great photographer and writer. I really enjoy your blogs!
ReplyDeleteAw, thanks! It's such a joy to grab hands and make this journey together.
ReplyDeleteShe's so sweet. I love her thought process. So innocent and REAL.
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