Crowned with Glory and Honor
She stood at the bathroom counter on a step-stool in her mix-matched outfit she’d picked out all by her four-year-old-self. She was a mess head to toe—her hair was in tangles and even her socks didn’t match. Staring straight in the mirror as she washed her hands, she smiled and proclaimed with sweet innocence…. “I’m soooooo beautiful!” I replied, “Yes you are, Rosie, and don’t ever forget it!” Oh how I would love to apply a fake tattoo of a crown on her little forehead that reads… “Don’t mess with me… I was made a little lower than the angels, and crowned with glory...