He is the one you praise; he is your God, who performed for you those great and awesome wonders you saw with your own eyes.
Dear Little Girl,
As I feel your nondescript pokes and pinches and watch my belly take on a new form, I find myself daydreaming about who you’re going to become. I thought it would be fun to share my guesses and thoughts, my wonderings and hopes with you and then to watch you grow into exactly the girl God created you to be.
Will you have green eyes like your Daddy or blue eyes like me?
Will your eye lashes be amazingly long like your Dad’s and your eyebrows a bit boisterous like mine?
Will you have a knack for music and fill our house with singing or piano tunes?
Will you be inclined to athleticism, though both your parents kept their distance from sports in school?
Will you like playing make-believe, pretending to be a school teacher or a doctor, a mommy or a cashier?
Will you enjoy the outdoors, swinging high and jumping rope and riding your bike?
Will you pick up on technology and learn to use it for good?
Will you be stubborn or submissive?
Will you have a contagious laugh and make silly faces and tell ridiculous jokes?
Will you love jumping into our laps for a story and sit in the corner with your favorite books for hours on end?
Will you like Barbies or baby dolls, Legos or puzzles, coloring or Playdoh?
I wonder what gifts God is forming in you.
I wonder exactly how beautiful you will be.
I wonder how open your heart will be to the work of the Spirit.
I love you already, Little Girl. I can’t wait to meet you.