She came in a hurry, this tiny bullet of life–not even seven pounds and full of promises. Jet black hair and huge fingers, dainty but strong to the bone.
And her Momma, she was a trooper, wrapped in grace. And her Momma, she delivered her to life down here. With her gentle care, she is teaching her about love, and kindness, warmth and the God who made her. And her Momma, she is setting her up for a life of worship.
He cut her cord and also released her into this world so full of good, and evil and everything in between. And in cutting that cord, he committed himself to her. He simply committed to be there for her all the days of his life, teaching her how to first stand up, then walk, guiding her every step of the way, providing for her needs from the inside out. That’s who he is, this Daddy of hers.
And my husband and I, we marvel in worshipful awe at the God who creates such a tiny perfect miracle. After thirty-five years of quilting, we know that the road ahead is uncertain, and scary, and filled with possible potholes and dangers. But in thirty-five years of quilting, we’ve learned a thing or two about our God’s faithfulness. So we marvel. And we joy ourselves in the moment.
Sometimes, I link up with any or all of these wonderful writers: Hearts 4 Home,SDG, Hearts Reflected, WLW, EOA, Things I can’t say, Growing Home, Play Dates with God, Monday Musings,Hear it on Sunday,Inspire Me Monday, Tell me a Story, The Better Mom, a Mama’s Story, Into the Word, In and Around Mondays,OYHT,Gratituesday,Titus2Tuesdays, extraordinary, Lessons from Ivy,Denise in Bloom, Sweet Blessings, Faith Filled Friday, Finding Joy,WholeHearted Home, Mom’s the Word, Reclaiming a Redeemed Life, Still Saturday. Wildcrafting Wednesdays, WFMW