We hope it carries you straight towards the cross and out into a world hungry for the truth.
I foresee a day when we go head to head in battles for your obedience and mama's loving (hopefully) authority. Lord help me always to keep your vision for this wee one in the forefront of my heart. Lord remind me that You made her in your image and Heaven forbid my attempts to make her in my own.
You're my wild child and I repeat grace again and again for the gift that you are. Run wild little bit and don't hold back.
This week I am counting the gift of a child's heart and the overwhelming joy and responsibility it is to hold this little heart and watch it grow- even at 9 weeks old.