[I wrote this in 2017, but I found I needed this reminder again. Maybe you do too?]
I found myself driving home the other night, counting to the years that my daughter turns the age where the molding, the training, and the long explanations may be finished for awhile. She’s only 7 years away. I’ve had eleven years with her, nursing her- my firstborn- at my breast, baking on the counter with her, and then all of a sudden time is slowing down for me because I can see that road up there. That road where she is standing there waving and telling me: “I’ll be fine mom! I’ll see you soon!”. Goodness me, I feel like I may sob in my pillow for two years.
She is the lightness in a dark world, the understanding to life’s complications, the sunshine in a smile, and the wind in her hair as she runs without a care. As she should! God made a beautiful creature when He made my sweet firstborn girl. Long, auburn hair, tall, full of tender big love, and a smile that’s as big as Texas. Where she has her eyes set on marrying a cowboy who has horses. Smart cookie.
My dream, prayer for her, is that she will run towards her life with God at her side, experiencing all the freedom He gives when you follow His will. That she knows it’s Him who designed her and it’s Him who will give her the dreams she’s dreaming.
The long days are true, the discussing, the guiding, the smiles, and the hugs after tears are a lot of work but they are necessary. Because I see the fruits of our relationship today. I see her trust when she looks at me. When she leans into me when I am offering her wisdom, my heart swells as I walk away, gifted with her love and trust. I bet that’s how God feels towards us. The gift He offers is amazing grace and a love explainable. But we need it. She needs it. And I need it.
My dear sweet daughter, you are a treasure that oozes love, and a spirit so wild that when I see you wave I will wave back enthusiastically (and cry) because I know. I know who you are and WHOSE you are.
Hello friends, I'm joy. ..
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