My name is Lori. I am five years old. I am in the first grade. I do my best work.
That was one of the first stories I ever wrote. By winter of that same school year, I had become an artist – a poet – penning words like these:
Winter is pretty. The trees and house are snowy.
Winter is cold. I dress warm.
Winter is fun.
Winter is making snowmen. Winter is making snow houses.
Winter is what you want it to be.
Winter is still here.
If you have kiddies, I encourage you to give them pencils and let them “fill their papers with the breathing of their hearts.” What your child writes will be a window into a developing worldview (the second-to-last line of my poem being an alarming case in point) and an opportunity to help your child guard his/her heart from error. Why? Because everything flows from the heart.
 Adapted from a quote by William Wordsworth.
 Proverbs 4:23 – Watch over your heart with all diligence, for from it flow the springs of life.