Strong and silly girl. Yesterday I knelt down beside your bed and prayed that you would wrestle with God and not let go until He blesses you.
Because you are a wrestler. All that determination and passion and wit – I pray that one day it will be unleashed in the direction of your Savior.
Now just two, you wanted “The Wheels on the Bus” and not “Jesus Loves Me” for your nighttime lullaby. You were looking for snakes and spiders in The Jesus Storybook Bible, but you stopped on the page with baby Jesus. As you grow, I pray that Jesus will stop you in your tracks again and again. He gets the snake in the end, you know.
~ combing your wet curls
~ reading you the spider book again and again and again
~ seeing your eyes light up when you put on the Cinderella dress
~ “cooking” play dough together
~ the way you asked for reassurance, “Miss Jennie, hold you…”
~ watching you fall asleep – every nap, every night
~ the way you covered me with your blanket and brushed the hair from my face when it was time to go to sleep
Thank you for letting me love you even though you had every reason to feel frustrated and afraid. We have a big God. I know He can do big things in your life.
love, Miss Jennie