“I want to be like Aunt Audrey when I grow up, only taller.” — Phoebe

Over the weekend we entered into an intense Uno game. Darcy loves to win, so when I was first empty my hand she broke into shouts and tears (third game and she had no wins). She threw her cards into the middle and I started piling up the deck. I asked, “who wants to play another?” Phoebe responded, “Is it my turn, I only have two left!” “What?! I just won.” It took a second – and me repeating – for her to understand, then she had the same reaction as Darcy.

Phoebe has a special place in her mind. It is a land all her own — void of all of life’s crustiness. There things are good.

At breakfast, after Phoebe announced that she wanted to be like Aunt Audrey, she discussed dying her hair. This has been a big discussion in our house — for her birthday Aunt Audrey gave her bright colored extensions and hair chalk (to add pinks and blues – every color). But now Phoebe was discussing permanent dye – she explained she would not dye her hair. At least not until it went gray. Because her hair color was perfect.

I told her she was right, her hair was beautiful. But I am not sure she was listening. I think she was just reporting the news from Phoebe Land. There everything is good and she is perfect just the way she is.

We should all travel to this place. There, I think, we would hear how God sees us.

I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. — Psalm 139:14