She called her “Cousin.”
Not by her name, “Hannah,” but by her relationship. Like she calls us Mama and Papa and Oma, Hannah was Cousin.
And she said it a lot.
Savannah adored the time with Hannah, her 14 year-old cousin visiting from South Carolina. They swam, they jumped on the trampoline, they played chase around the kitchen.
Savannah called to her cousin with such love, such longing – and she does the same thing with other people in her life.
Our new neighbor is “Neighbor.”
“Hi Neighbor! Do you want to come over and play?”
Her gymnastics teacher is “Coach.”
“I can do it by myself, Coach!”
The terms coming out of a three-year-old are endearing. Adorable. Cute.
Although even all grown up I love it when Brian introduces me as “My bride” or calls me “My love.”
It made me wonder – what if I did the same thing? Addressed people solely based on their relationship to me?
Friend, professional hair fixer, acquaintance, pain in my tushie…
God does it. Not the pain in the tushie part, but calls us by our role in his eyes.
Apple of my eye
So that’s my random thought for the day, friends. You are his beloved, his treasure. Defined by love. He’s calling you.
Rest in your name on his lips, your meaning to his heart.
You are his.