She sees her mother struggle to rest… in grace… and she hands me earbuds and tells me to listen, that I need to hear this song she found.
I listen and request repeat.
My eyes fill up and the peanut butter smearing onto bread goes a bit fuzzy.
She tells me it is a new day and that I need to remember to see it that way;
A fresh start.
Turn the page…
on yesterday…
… last week,
last month,
last year…
on all of it.
I marvel at how God’s wisdom spills from her fourteen year old mouth;
And wrecks a good kind of havoc on the shadow that has hovered lately.
So quickly it dispels the darkness that has wrapped itself around my head.
Her smile is infectious and her eyes dance along to the melody echoing in her heart: praises to her Jesus.
The wheels go round and the next song plays and He reminds me of how I prayed that He would grow her into a beautiful soul, despite my lack of skill in mothering and nurturing.
And I see Him working in her heart and spirit.
I am filled with thankfulness that she thinks clearly and stands firmly in her confidence in her Jesus;
the one who says she ‘is to die for’.
Oh, yes, she is and oh, yes, He did.
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