The almost-10-year-old, the one I call the "old soul," the one who is quiet but mighty, called me the other day. After chatting for a bit, I asked her what she was doing. "Nothing," she said, "I just wanted to hear your voice."
That one comment, pure and sincere, sunk to the very core of my being and shall remain there for the rest of my life. No embellishments, no analogies or analysis. It sunk deep, has taken root, and feeds my soul.
It isn't the amount of words; it isn't even the words themselves. It is the heart from which those words come from. Lesson lived and taught by a now-10-year-old.
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