I realized that I haven't been taking very many pictures lately. Probably Christmas burn out.
So, when I go back through albums to find something to post about, all I can see is this:
Do I talk about her too much? Cause I really don't want to bug you, it's just that she means so much. She means more than chubby cheeks and tiny fingers and a soft tummy. She is more than a delicious smelling head and edible toes.
She means hope to me. Her happy face means that Jesus heard me. Her raspy, earnest voice means that He looked down, saw my desire and my despair, and then said... yes. I will heal her now. I still look at her face and stop and think about that moment when God came through for me... and my family... and for her.
And so... I wanted you to too.
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Got me all choked up with this one my friend :) So wonderfully put. God is so good!
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