My seven-year-old daughter hopped in the car.
"Show me some inestitude, Mommy," she said.
"Inestitude? What's that?"
"It's kind of like attitude, but good," she replied, with a look of inestitude.
The next day we went for a walk in the rain. My little coiner-of-words poked sticks in puddles, sang to the dogs behind fences, shouted to the clouds, declared that we were lost in the rain forest. I watched her with some amusement, and a sense of longing... to be like her... a person of inestitude.
"...then I was beside Him, like a little child; and I was daily his delight, rejoicing before him always..." Proverbs 8:30
Ferris, pondering the meaning of "inestitude." Photo by Gail Nadeau. Used with permission.
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