Three Words

It was, in some ways, a rough weekend again.

But there are three word statements that are standing out, and speaking hope to my heart.

"I love you." Spoken by a few special people over the course of the weekend, and always precious, but most dearly for me, by a three year old boy, and accompanied by a hug. There's something awfully calming and healing in the love of a child.

"You are lovely." Spoken by a dear friend, one who knows my heart deeply, and words I needed to hear in the midst of the harder spaces I've occupied this last while.

"You are mine." Whispered by Jesus, in the midst of a deep moment in a favorite spot. And again much needed.