I am privileged to spend a part of my winter in Florida. This is my last week and my daughters and grands are joining me for one last week of hurrah!

FaceTiming Finley today, I asked what I should write about and she promptly said, “Me!”

For the last week or so, I have been pondering this challenging question: If I received a letter from someone who really loved me, what would it say? I had to think about Finley. If she had the vocabulary to completely express herself, what would she say about me? This morning I asked her. It went like this:

Me: How would you describe your grandma?

Finley: Good! And I love you!

It sounds like Father’s words to us through Isaiah the prophet. He says:

…you are precious to me. You are honored, and I love you.

Isaiah 43:4

Too simple? Maybe. But why do we make it so difficult?