“Out of the mouths of babes…” goes the saying (PS 8:2).  I might add out of their coloring markers too.  My daughter Molly and I were both shy and introverted when she was four and I was forty.  I would hold her close.  Together, we would gaze upon the landscape of the uncertain world and draw strength from each other.  Then came the betrayal. My brother came to visit with his family.  I hadn’t seen him in decades.  They stayed in my house.  He had four children, so six new additions to the home were a lot for a shy little girl to handle.  She tried to climb up on…