Turned the Corner

I hear singing in the bathroom. It's a barely recognizable version of a little song the kids like. . . but it's real MUSIC to my ears.

"Mary had a naughty heart and didn't clean it up.
Mary not clean up naughty heart.
Ask God.
Took her sadness away.
Happy Heart."

Yup.... from the most incorrigible little person in the house. It seems she has turned the corner.

It took Steve ALL day of working with her. He's completely bushed, worn out, frazzled, fried,  and whatever other synonym you can think of.  He hiked with her, prayed with her, talked with her and when she again stamped her little foot and screamed no at him, he started the process all over again. The rest of us went on with our day  and even went to choir. Eventually the drama was too much work for her and Little Missy stayed by Daddy's side using her little beach bucket to carry gravel from the gravel pile to the hole he's filling by the water tank.

She's tired. The attitude is gone. She's actually singing. She's willing to let me hold her.

*SIGH*...............

(I noticed her horrible snotty nose has dried up suddenly, the raw rash on her chin disappeared today leaving hardly a trace and the fire has gone out of her dragon breath. Interesting.)