3 Years Ago Today….
….well, my tiny fierce one.
three years ago today marks the moment you were placed into my arms. those first moments were marked with tears, grief and fear. but there were beautiful beginnings of trust, and little flashes of joy mingled in, and God showed me great and wonderful things through a little girl with a broken heart.
i never expected how He would change me. the shift in my soul is irreversible…and i am so grateful. i can't help but also tell you that you are the teeniest bit sassy…..and stubborn(sometimes immovable)….and gloriously w.i.l.d…. and we can't get enough of it. you have left us all exhausted and wonderfully undone.
i think a lot about your beginnings. the ones i have only read on paper. the ones that tell of an 11 day old baby wrapped in a blanket on the sidewalk. left in hopes, that someone inside that hospital could help a little girl, who turned blue every time she cried. left with a name pinned to her that when translated means "little work of art"…..and oh my, that couldn't be more true. you are fearfully and wonderfully made. you have never for one second been hidden from HIM, not even in the womb. every one of your days have been written in HIS book even before the dawn of the first. HIS thoughts toward you outnumber the sand. (Psalms 139:14-18) and HIS hand on your life has began to tear away at my momma fears. ones that make me grasp for control and safety. but HE continues to cover me in HIS perfect love, casting out fear and peeling back the layers of my heart.
…so here are a few things year three has taught us.
1. princesses, though often busy with princess-ey stuff….can, and should be encouraged to, help out with chores… ;) (we will work on your kitchen later…)
2. there is not an outfit on the planet that is not chuck taylor appropriate. (if you own one…dismiss it from your wardrobe immediately) (i get a willing "yes" every time these are presented as an option…chuck is the man..that is all.)
3. sleep is a necessary evil. we are not always in agreement on the "when" and "where" but eventually it wins…. every. time.
…..i totally enjoy watching you sleep…not because of the quiet (wait.. i do like a little quiet)…but because it's like watching dynamite…before the match.
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