The One Who Started it All
She represents a ferocity of hope and faith I never knew was in me until she kindled. Raising her is one of my great joys and a privilege I cannot earn nor fathom.
She is growing so fast and fierce that most often, even when she's looking right in my eyes, when I am holding her tightly or giggling at one of her silly jokes, what I see is what is in these pictures. My
The God whose power and love brought her to us has a purpose for her that is mighty and beautiful. He sings it over her, and I watch as she hears it and begins to make it her own, entirely hers, and not mine.
It is bittersweet this journey we are taking for I would hold her close and keep her always safe, but instead I must hold her close and still have the strength to let her go.