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Jeremy is our youngest child. There has always had a uniqueness about him that is hard to convey in words. You can’t really grasp his amazing qualities unless you have the privilege of spending time with him. And once you have you will want to come back over and over again just to be around him. He is strong physically, intelligent, determined, a leader, compassionate, and is known for his very interesting insight and his ability to bring truth in counseling in a direct way yet well received by the hearer no matter how difficult the message may be. Often he would say something so eccentric yet profound that even as a small child those who heard him would ponder his words, his articulate delivery, and quickly realize the depth and truth in his comments. I, as his mother was in awe of Jeremy’s thought process and insight as soon as he could speak. My husband and I would often look at one another in amazement after Jeremy said something that made more sense than a college professor. From the beginning he just thought different, right, precise but from a unique  perspective with wisdom written all through it. Many times the saying “from the mouth of babes” rung through my head as he would provide some choice “morsel” that was to resonate within me not only for the few moments after he said them but for a lifetime of self reflection and truth.

It was upon one very busy stressful mornings that once again Jeremy would deliver a pearl of wisdom that would stay with me for a lifetime, and that I would come back to time and time again.

The 3 “little dumplings” as I have always called our children – Teddy, Stacy and Jeremy, were getting ready to make their way out of the house and up the street to the grade school they all attended. That morning I found myself in a fit of despair regarding circumstance of which I thought were beyond my control (To this day I have no idea what could have possibly been effecting me so negatively.) But that morning I was struggling with life, and all of its complications felt like the weight of the world was on my shoulders and I was making no attempt to keep my frustration contained to myself.

I was in the bathroom trying to get ready for the day ahead, while unknown to me little Jeremy, 5 years of age,  just tall enough to reach his hand over the bathroom cabinet and peer into the sink to wash his hands, had come into the bathroom for one last pit-stop before heading off to school. When he witnessed his mother carrying on in a fit of complaints – talking to myself. In my pity party I had neglected to notice Jeremy, him with his angelic face peering up at me as I picked up my primping tools, and morning routine toiletries to use them and promptly slam them down on the counter in rapid succession after I  finished with each one. BLAM! I slammed down the hair brush, BLAM! down went the toothpaste, the deodorant, no product was safe in my hands. With each slamming I continued to muddle under my breath all that was bothering me that unsettled and frustrating morning.

After a while, and I had no idea how long Jeremy had been standing there watching this awful expression of my lack of self control, I finally realized he was in there with me and in a very concerned tone he said “Mommie what’s wrong?”  Being the “controlled” mother I was I readily let him know my list of woes, frustrations, and disappointments ailing me and cluttering my mind that “foggy” morning, all of which he at his young age of 5 had no clue as to what they meant. But he patiently let me run through my list, and after what must have seemed like an eternity to him, I finally ran out of my list of life’s troubles and shut my mouth. His eyes were wide as saucers and I was afraid I had scared him. It was only then that Jeremy said one of the most profound things I have ever heard, which has never left my conscience. In his very simple yet direct way, he looked at me with those sparkling, penetrating, bright blue eyes, with the face of an angel and a heart pure as snow and with a little fear said “Well, are we going to live?

At that moment all of my tales of woes took their rightful place and priority in the grand scheme of things and I looked into his sweet face and said “Why yes Jeremy, we are going to live…” There was the slightest moment of silence as I stood there looking at my little boy, immediately ashamed of my poor attitude and unwarranted display of emotion only a few moment earlier. Jeremy shrugged his shoulders as if to convey, “so no big deal”, and said OK Mommie, see you tonight. He then stood on his tippy toes and I bent down so he could give me a kiss and he ran off to catch up with his brother and sister on their way to school.

I learned that day that nothing, neither height, nor depth, nor principalities…can separate me from the love of God and that all things need to be in perspective of truth, so they do not consume a place, thought, action, or position they do not deserve. God taught me through Jeremy the faith of a child and what really matters in the grand scheme of things…are we going to live? Well – then we need to leave the rest up to God.

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