My baby girl sits at my feet playing
with her toys trying her best to mimic the sounds coming from her toy
keyboard. Two. One. The green frog says ribbit … ribbit. And my
daughter adds her own sounds, her own music. Her own joy.
Then I imagine us twenty years from
now. Will the light brought to the leaves be brighter or duller? Will
her words carry the soft sounds of joy like today's wind touches the
leaves outside? Will her world be one in which she can carry her
dreams to her desired destination as I sit back and marvel at the
beauty inside her?
I hope so. I hope she touches the Hand
of the One Who created her and walks with Him down the streets of her
tomorrow.
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| My living room window. Spokane, WA (2013) |
5 comments:
What beautiful imagery...I often wonder what my son's future will bring. Thank you for sharing a small moment from your life.
Nice, This put my restless mind in a peaceful place.
I'm feeling my unborn son kick hard in the middle of the night here and I too am hoping, praying, that he will always seek comfort in the shadow of His wing. It's terrifying, and yet, it's HOPE.
"I hope so. I hope she touches the Hand of the One Who created her and walks with Him down the streets of her tomorrow." This too is the prayer of my heart for my children. Visiting you from the Five Minute Friday!
Simply beautiful post, love this so much. What refreshment to my soul!
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