Lord, teach me to number my days. Psalm 73.
Victoria is up and snuggles content to be alone with mommy for a few minutes. I wonder if I'm doing a good job as she looks at me with familiar eyes that hold my heart.
She is a sweet, strong child who needs a loving, diligent mama. Victoria puts me to work, but at the end of the day there is nothing more rewarding than to hear the laughter of happy children.
She grins a toothless grin sheepishly murmuring how much she loves me. I hold her close and wish the moment would last forever, but it doesn't. Tick, Tock goes the clock.
I hear another child calling for me and I thank God for words spoken and understood. Ella Grace, the daughter who taught me how to pray.
She was born with hypotonia - sometimes referred to as poor muscle tone. What this really means is that all of Baby is super soft and cuddly. Synonyms for this condition are smoosh ball, teddy bear, snuggle-puss, honey-love, and so forth.
I'm tired, but I rise. I rise, so I can hear the words, "Well done my good and faithful servant."
As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth.
Psalm 127:4
Jasmine, this is a beautiful testimony of a mother rising to the call, finding her strength in the one who designed her calling. Thank you for giving us a peek at some of the precious people that "put you to work"!
ReplyDeleteKasey, thank you. I appreciate your kind words.
DeleteBeautiful, Jasmine, and inspiring, too.
ReplyDeleteRina, thank you. I pray you are well.
DeleteWhat beautiful and poetic writing!
ReplyDeleteJes, thank you.
DeleteA lovely post. Treasure the moments with your little ones as those moments have wings!!
ReplyDeleteJudith, thank you. I will!!
DeleteA beautiful post from a beautiful woman.
ReplyDeleteThank you, sweet friend.
DeleteThis is beautiful, Jasmine. You remain a lovely inspiration to me, and to many others.
ReplyDeleteA very beautiful and sincere post!! Loved it!!
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