At the breakfast table-
Hope: Rhema, do you want some of my bacon?
Rhema: Yeah, yeah.
Hope: Rhema, can you pass me the ketchup?
Rhema (passes the ketchup!!!): Yeah.
Rhema’s answering questions. Her answer is always “Yeah, yeah yeah, or no.” Sometimes she means yes when she says no and no when she says yes. Sometimes she doesn’t seem to understand the question at all. But she gets it – the give and take of the conversation – and she’s a willing participant. Somebody pinch me. Fireworks of joy inside my soul! The sound of a miracle in my kitchen, my girls “chatting” over breakfast like they’ve been doing it forever. Hearing Rhema’s sweet voice speak words I know… I’m telling you, I will never get used to it.