You Is Good

The words Kevin Costner spoke, I thought about them afterward. A quiet hush, a ponder in the present quieted my mind. She wondered if she was good enough, he said. Am I pretty enough? Will they like me? Hesitation and doubt marked her motions, caused her to re-do make-up, a change-over to be enough. To be good. Tweens asked the internet, am I ugly? Surveys for self-worth. My heart hurts.  Before the birth of my three grandchildren I had read The Help. In the story, one of the black maids, Aibeleen, witnesses to white child. She croons into baby girls ear, telling her, "You is good, you is important." "You is good." After reading that first scene, truth spoken into baby girls forming ears, her elfin brain, I understood the importance of passing on the message to the next generation. A fiery sword aimed directly at the enemy. Break generational curses and chains of shame. Cradle babies, lean into tiny ear and proclaim. You are good. You are important. There will never be a more beautiful you. What better way to jump-start a heart than turning on the ignition before the race even begins. Staking the claim before the world defines their worth, I whisper into pristine ear, You are loved. You are good. According to Pastor Ted Roberts, the limbic system "the part of the brain that stores highly charged emotional memories, sets the emotional tone of the mind, and tags certain things as important," is developing in infancy. Kiss soft cheek. Croon into ear. River of life flows through the canal, rushes down, down, pooling in the heart. Spoken truth, epistle for abundant life, drives the force within. It begins with the young, this pour from the wise, a drink for the thirsty, all are good. He  spoke before the world, saying words we all long to hear, "off  you go Whitney, off you go, escorted by an army of angels, and when you sing before him, don't you worry, you'll be good enough." Souls bury their beauty, doubt inherent goodness. So, I declare the truth, the one that Jesus unfurled, my own surveys he answered. I mark it in ink #545 I am good. Pass it down, imprint into evolving limbic systems, charge the emotions with love. #546  gentleness is power. #547 God saw all that he had made, and it was very good. Look into young eyes, watch flecks of light glinting in the iris, the brain tagging the message. You is good.