A gift of pink, tiny fingers and toes, strawberry blond hair.
I knew this gift was coming but, I didn't understand it with my heart.
So, each day over the past year, I unwrapped a little at a time.
My daughter. There she is. One year.
One year of long sleepless nights, aching bones, rocking and singing. My desperate prayers floating to the Creator at all hours. Each day running together as she tentatively rolled over, sat up, crawled, and walked.
Slowly, I have gotten to unwrap this gift God has sent to me. Each day. Each minute. Each second.
My tiny daughter.
Who exudes truth. God's good gift.
And, He contines to wait for me as I unwrap. In His time. This stubborn girl who at one time only thought of herself. Who had a career and 2 children. Having life under control and perfectly planned.
As each layer is unwrapped I catch a glimpse of His goodness.
And, the days are still long. The nights sleepless. But, He continues to whisper. Trust. Persevere. Have courage. And, I do. With my little faith. I do.
That promise of love and life.
It's all in those little fingers wrapped around mine and in each moment.
Trusting in this gift. This tiny gift.
Happy Birthday, Grace. Happy Birthday sweet baby girl.
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