I just want you to know . . . .








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.

 I thought about how different my life would have been if I had believed those things about myself when I was young.  No instead, I had to learn them through rebellion.   Through times of need and searching. 

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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