Pursuing Life
I would pursue who I was as a young girl.
There’s this beauty of complete abandon that children embody.
The freedom to dance & twirl. Sing without regard of melodies hitting a sharp note instead of a flat. The awkward questions & phrases. The disregard of what is “socially acceptable.” The lack of fear before anything has tainted their little souls & mind.
When I think of being a mama, I want to give room for this in my girls.
There’s Tay & her beating to the rhythm of her own drum. She feels so passionately about life. I don’t want this to be lost.
She hugs deeply, feels deeply & reconciles deeply. She asks, “Mama, are you happy with me,” sensing a pause, she interjects, “I love you Mama!”
I love her for her gift of laughter. She fills a room with laughter & smiles.
All too often, we have a seriousness..a consternation that pervades the world. What I too often fail to see is my need for laughter & silliness. Does God really want us to play & laugh? Sometimes I believe not. This little gem of a girl gives me that gift. Her snuggles & need for reconciliation.
She digs her heals in deeply & shouts, “NO” with conviction; but, when she recognizes her wrong–she is undone. She seeks harmony–a redemption of sorts. It’s her hearing those words the great Rescuer said some 2000 years ago on that stormy sea–PEACE. Those with a humble heart submit.
Her willingness to learn & glean as much as her little person can breathe in like drinking cup upon cup without coming up for air. Her want to gulp it all.
Do a work in her that leads this spirit with such fervor & hope. A joyful rhythm marching on the darkness of despair, which gives hope to the brokenhearted. Breathe a sensitivity to the goodness you offer Jesus & allow her to share it with this world. Empower her to constantly pursue life.
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