Thursday, October 14, 2010
There are times in the morning, when I get up early enough to catch her fresh out of bed, that I can see it, just for a moment. Or when she drinks from a sippy cup, her blue eyes look rounder, her cheeks chunkier, and I remember. She once was a baby, is still my baby, but never again will she be mine the way she was then.
I pray big things for her, not specific things, just that she will do better than I have. That she will let God mark her path from the begining and will follow no matter where He might lead. One day as I prayed for her, I had a vision of her as adult being His hands and His feet and I wondered, what it might be.