A Good Compliment...

Mark Twain once said; " I can live for two months on a good compliment."

A couple of days ago, I was given a compliment by one of my children.

Well, officially, the compliment came through her friends, but she still passed it on to me, AND said she agreed with them.

I've been grinning like the Cheshire cat since!
Walking on air.
Flying high!

But actually, as I was jotting it down in my journal, it brought me to tears.
I sat there, tears running down my cheeks and fogging up my glasses.
Because, you see, this compliment; unbeknown to my daughter,
was a hug from the Lord, to me.

It brought further healing and grace to the very core of my being;
the deepest place of my wounding.
And even though that wound has been healed with only a scar remaining;
my daughter's compliment spoke to that scar and called it.
By name.
And the name was one of redemption; not shame.

Further proof of the healing that Jesus did in me several years ago.
But still a precious reminder that it was true. What He did was Truth.
REAL!

And although the compliment could have come from any other source and still have been happily received; it come from one of my children;
who know me;
who live with me
and see me at my worst more than my best
more than any one else.

This made the compliment an affirmation that went further in.
Fanning an ember into flame, a tiny flame;
but still; a fire;
a glowing light in my spirit.

And I am still feeling the warmth.