A Morning to Remember.

One Small Word.

My heart thrills every time I hear it. And I hear it often.

Whether is connects with my inner child and the great love I have for my own Daddy or if it’s the biblical knowledge and use of the word in prayer, who knows? It doesn’t really matter.

My soul delights when children here say it. Israeli families are big, so little ones abound, thus tiny voices say it a lot. But this morning it came with an action that brought me to tears.