I love being around the “grandkids” (Sarah and Charlie’s babies). So many things I forget about one and two year olds! I was delightfully reminded of a very simple truth as I sat with Jude. He stumbled onto the drum as we were playing music (him not impressed with my musical aptitude whatsoever!) and hit his knee. He began to cry and before I could even react came towards me holding up his leg. “Oh, you want Nonna to kiss it?” “Yes.” I could hear the “DUH” in my own ears as I realized how I had forgotten about this beautiful part of childhood. I kissed the outstretched limb, wiped his tears and we were immediately back to making joyful, loud music…ok, noise.

I marveled at this. No visible change to the knee, no medical technique made his knee feel better; just absolute confidence that going immediately to the arms of a trusted caregiver would make it all better.

I am relearning this part of childlike faith with You. As I get bruised and hurt by dark events, I am remembering more often to run to You, anticipating Your Kiss to make it all better. You wipe my tears and we are off to make more joy.