As I held my brand new granddaughter the other morning, I had an overwhelming feeling of “mother-ness”. You know what I mean, don’t you? A feeling of love and possession. I couldn’t let go, I wouldn’t let go.
And as I looked in those
baby blues, I thought to myself, “I just want you to know, sweet girl . . . . “
You will always be loved.
That it is my hope that you grow in Truth,
yearn for it and live
by it.
That I want you to grow up in grace, not
condemnation.
To know you are forgiven, that no matter what,
you are.
How beautiful you are, not by the world’s
standards, but by God’s.
That you are the apple of His eye and favored by
Him.
I want you to know that your parents will make
mistakes
but that doesn’t mean they don’t love you.
And most importantly, I want you to live as a
called redeemed
child of
God. That no matter what happens, that
is who you are.
Once the prayer was
whispered, and I rocked her to sleep, I couldn’t help but wonder who she would
grow up to be. I promised then and there,
I would pray every day for her and my other grandchildren.
Now I know, deep down in my heart, that I learned them the hard way because that's how I needed to learn them - you know what I mean? I just wanted you to know.
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