BEAUTIFULLY MADE

I heard the door bang and I turned in shock. Did Daniel just bang the door in my house? He knows nobody is allowed to bang anything at all.

 

I stood up a little bit angry, but then I paused.

 

“Could that be Daniel?” I asked myself

 

My baby never bangs the door… Is he fine?

This time, the feeling I had switched from anger to worry… And maybe a little bit of fear.

 

“Dan?” I called and turned the door knob

 

It opened immediately and I saw my baby.

I breathed out in relief. At least he was fine.

 

“Ma…” He drawled

I could tell something was up. I walked closer to him and sighed

 

“Daniel, before we talk, I just need to let you know that what ever happens, you are not allowed to slam my doors.”

 

He nodded and stretched out his journal to me.

I took it from him and smiled. I buy my children a journal every year, I want them to have memories of their most beautiful experiences so, they write it down, in their journal.

 

“Was David right?” He asked me

I furrowed my brows and looked up at him

 

He pointed at the journal and I looked at it again. His favorite bible verse was pasted right on top.

 

“Psalm 139 verse 14” I smiled

 

“Was David right?” He asked again

 

“Do you think he was wrong?” I asked him

 

“Well… I don’t think he was wrong but, maybe he was just talking about himself and… it doesn’t apply to us.”

 

I chuckled at him reply

 

“Daniel…”

I gave him back his journal and asked him to read the bible verse aloud.

 

After reading, he looked at me waiting for an explanation.

“Do you still think it doesn’t apply to us?” I asked him

He kept looking at me, unsure of what to say and I smiled

“Does the bible say that we were made in the image of God?” I asked him

 

He nodded

 

I nodded with a smile, waiting for him to get a hold on what I was showing him.

 

He knew I wasn’t going to explain it all to him. I have a habit of giving them half solutions and letting them figure it out step by step.

If at any point, they miss, I’m there to help them get it right.

But then, I know I won’t always be there to help them, so, I have to teach them how to think for themselves and solve their puzzles.

 

“I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvelous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well”

 

I watched Daniel as he pondered over the scripture. Suddenly, his face lit up.

“I got it mama, Marvelous are his works… I am his work…. I was created in his image… I am fearfully and wonderfully made…” He smiled

 

I smiled too

I can elaborate but… I’ll let the kid swim in this happiness for a while.

I stood up and turned to go.

 

“Mum, won’t you ask what happened?”

 

“Change your clothes and let’s talk when you’re freshened up”

 

“Okay mama…”

 

I walked back to the living room but then I paused in my tracks. I turned and went back to his room.

 

“Daniel..” I called

 

“Mama”

 

“Whatever happens, you are a child of God, and you are beautifully made. Beautifully. In capital letters”

 

I heard him chuckle and I smiled and turned to go

 

“THANK YOU MAMA”