benjamin fruit

last night i was freezing cold 

because 

sometimes a lot of the time

the weather

just gets to me 

and squeezes 

all the warmth 

right out 

of me.

even when i am inside 

i am cold 

because it is raining 

big violent drops 

of gray water 

outside. 

i sat shivering on the couch 

as my family 

bustled around me.

[being cold also lowers

my activity level tremendously]

my son shoved himself as close 

to me as possible, 

offering me his 

little body heat. 

he knows i love it when he sits 

on or next to me

he loves that he can help out 

with that.

he got up after a few moments 

and disappeared into my 

bedroom. 

i was sad that he left me, 

but understood he has his own 

little life to live..

he emerged from my bedroom 

dragging the huge quilt from my bed,

as well as my 

purple comforter.

my heart and 

vocal chords squealed 

in delight. 

where on earth did he get this sweet 

thoughtfulness?

he covered me in the blankets 

tucking in the edges all over 

my lumpy body. 

i could not stop thanking him 

for his kindness 

and he disappeared one more time. 

i tried to blow my hot breath 

into the blankets 

pretending i was a blow dryer 

in an attempt to increase the heat 

and trap it. 

benjamin came back, 

this time with a pair of 

wool socks. 

i could have cried. 

no one asked him to get 

any of this stuff for 

me, who was i 

that he would 

serve me in this way. 

thank you Jesus for 

this sweet, thoughtful, 

servant hearted 

7 year old boy 

of mine. 

thank you for the gift of 

witnessing a 

few of the 

fruits of the Spirit 

in him..