"Mommy, what will I look like when I get big?" Anaya asked me yesterday.
"I don't know. Only Jesus knows."
"I want to know!" she howled. "Jesus, what will I look like when I get big?" She waited for a few seconds. "Mommy, He's not telling me!"
"He doesn't want you to know yet. It's a surprise. Remember, sometimes He says yes, sometimes He says no, and sometimes He says wait a while. It doesn't matter, anyway, really. Who cares if you're beautiful on the outside? It's what your heart is like that matters anyway."
She pondered that briefly. "Well, I don't want to be beautiful anyway."
PTL. May she always feel that way.