It's like we're speaking two different languages. Why can't he read my mind? Why won't she just say what she means? Dr. Emerson Eggerichs attempts to help bridge the communication gap in his book The Language of Love & Respect. Eggerich claims that the root cause of communication problems is that we speak different languages – what he would describe as pink and blue. Neither is wrong; they are just different. Eggerich’s basis for Love & Respect is Epeshians 5:33 which states that husbands are to show love to their wives and wives are to show respect for their husbands. He claims that couples can learn how to communicate by implementing his “practical, step-by-step approach.”
Poor Ollie desperately wants to be selected to wear a pair of stilts. In fact, all the Too Smalls of Stiltsville wait anxiously to be deemed worthy of stilts. He doubts he will ever be chosen, but to his surprise, one day his name is called. He proudly towers above the "common, the plain," but struggles to walk and keep his balance. He falls to the ground and his stilts are quickly snatched away. In midst of his sadness and failure, Jesus encourages Ollie to keep his feet on the ground, that he is not too short or too small but is just the way He made him to be. Ollie learns that it doesn't matter if he is the smallest of those around him; God's love makes him "the tallest of talls."
This children's book is excellent for all ages, but the moral is especially significant for school age kids who are seeking the approval of their friends. In a kid-friendly manner, Lucado emphasizes that worth is not found in towering above others, but rather in the realization that we are God's precious creation. Monescillo's beautiful and vibrant illustrations bring the words to life. Lucado's story possesses an almost Dr. Seuss-like quality and was enjoyable to read out loud. I would recommend this book to others.
Have you ever seen a mom with a look of desperation? Perhaps she was walking lopsidedly with a screaming child dangling from one arm and that child's many accouterments hanging from her other arm. Perhaps that mother was me.