Soft

That's not a word I've ever wanted to be associated with until 6 years ago when Chad and I began asking The Lord to make me the heart of the home. 

I took pride in being hard. I had a thick shell of protection on me. 

And then there's the association of soft with ones body. I work out daily and much to my dismay, can't get those pretty lines. 

But last night spending alone time with our Kade, Chad asked "why do you prefer cuddling with mom over me?" 

Kade answered "Because she is soft"

That is a perspective changer!

That tiny statement in the midst of a chatty boy reflected Gods design for me. And I keep hearing it on repeat. And realizing that no cut line, no self protection, is better than my boy in my arms.