Heart Hope by Olga

Molly’s birthday was last week. Her party was fun-filled with unicorn rides, rainbows and lots of sweet treats. As a four year old, she has definitely gotten the concept of birthdays down. Throughout the year she has seen many of her friends experience their birthday and so she knows that she should be put on a pedestal for the day and that everyone pays special attention to the birthday girl--her wants and desires which for her includes pink, sparkly and anything princess.  Now I want Molly to feel loved and special in every way, but I do not want her to think that the world revolves around her, because that is false thinking. There is a fine line between my granddaughter being stuck on herself and thinking that everyone else should be too and her feeling valued and realizing that all people are valued. My mother used to say that my grandmother would tell her that “no one was better than she was and she was not better than anyone.” I think that is exactly what I want Molly to...

Several years ago my daughter Margaret and I were meandering down Canal Street in New Orleans, just enjoying spending time together. We were interrupted by a snaggle-toothed young man on a bicycle who seemed to be stalking us--He would ride past us, go up about a block then circle back around and repeat the action. Each time he rode by, he asked us the same question, “Who is you?” After multiple encounters we ducked into a nearby store, laughing so hard we were almost in tears. We never knew if he really thought we were someone important or if this was just his normal daily activity to harass people on the street. But to answer his question, we are nobodies. Wait a minute—rewind; we are not nobodies, we are mothers, children, sisters, friends, teachers, et cetera, but most importantly we are children of God. Do you know what that means? We are daughters of a King, the King of the universe. While visiting Houston recently, I noticed that my granddaughter, Molly, would get dressed for th...