Your gummy grin is a mile wide. Your eyes light joy and you are just that in your mama's eyes. We're beginning to glimpse your personality and boy what a personality it may be. You're pure anger and impatience when you're hungry. Music makes you glow with grins. Your furrowed brow is a strong indicator that you are a bundle of determination. We wonder where all of this will carry you.
We hope it carries you straight towards the cross and out into a world hungry for the truth.
Even the wildest of hearts needs an incubator to grow strong in. I think you will be my wild child. A little lady growing like a wildflower- beautiful, full of heart, and free. I know all to well how a tender (but wild) heart needs to be guided and protected. There is a part of me that fears that my need to protect and nurture might quell your wildness. I sense that a spirit like yours can be broken easier than I think. I want a whole, wild and wonderful child- wild heart intact- because a well behaved child who doesn't run hard after Jesus is
only just a well behaved child. I don't want
just a well behaved child and I don't know any wide open journey with Jesus that doesn't require the heart to be a little wild.
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.
Forgive me when I hold back and hold you back from running full and free toward God's call on your life. That is truly the beat of this mama's heart for you. I long heart and soul for you to grow wild, run free, grin God's goodness and shout Christ's compassion. I hope even before you can stand on your own two feet that your heart is already learning to run, unbridled, toward the Gospel.
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.
the gifts of a child's heart ... precious.
ReplyDeleteThanks for splashing me with God's goodness today. I hope you don't mind if I wade around a bit to get to know you. This looks like a refreshing place to dip into all good things.Splashin'Sarahhttp://justsarahdawn.blogspot.com/
Jessica, what a loving letter and tribute to your little one! She is God's gift to you and yes, you can easily break that wild child's spirit if not careful. Along with you, I pray she runs wild and toward the cross and his love to spread it like wildfire. :)
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