Sitting at mass today, Charlie tugs on my arm and whispers..."Mom, whats the word?"
Confused I whispered back, "Which word?" (thinking this is one of his "Mom, you've got the word!" games.)
He continues, "You know...but only say the WORD, and our souls are healed. Which word is it?"
Oh. I smiled. Grateful he's paying any attention whatsoever. The word...any word...it's God's word. And only his word that heals.
God is good.
(and as my kids sometimes say to drive me nutso..."You've got the word!")