Bittersweet

She has become such a beautiful young lady.

Right before my very eyes.

Did I blink?

Was I not warned that time flies?

All I know is this...

My heart physically aches sometimes when I look at her.

I grieve that little girl that was once toddling through my halls in footed pajamas.

Drinking from a sippy cup.

Demanding "Me do it!" when I offer to help her with her shoes.

Smiling at me through chubby cheeks.

Needing me.

Bitter.



Then...

I look closer.

And I see more than my daughter.

I see eyes that are wise beyond her years.

I see a heart on fire for her Creator.

Broken for the orphans of the world. Already.

I see a determined, fiery spirit set on doing something about it. Already.

I see a smile that will one day capture the heart of the one God intended for her.

I see arms that long to nurture.

I see someone that still needs me.

To keep her secrets.

To laugh at her jokes.

To help her pick out the perfect shoes.

To remind her just how beautiful she is.

To speak blessings over her life.

To pray for her.

To pray with her.

In the ten years that she has been in my life, she has become so much more than a daughter.

She is the best kind of friend.

Sweet.




I'm linking up with these great ladies today:





"My every mortal breath, is Grace and nothing less"