dream.

   i had a dream. kind of like how Martin Luther King, Jr. had a dream. except it wasn't of the same magnitude in politics. it wasn't even political. it actually seemed like it might take forever to happen.

   but half of a year later, i stare down at the tiny human on my hip. she stares back with dark brown eyes and an impish smile. i didn't know the awesome depth of love that comes from her trusting gaze before she entered this world. she hangs on tenderly, snuggling into my side. she kisses with long, slobbery episodes. she giggles when i walk into a room where she has been playing all alone.

   i have given that to my mother. i remember the feeling of joy just when she walked into the room. i remember the safety, the love, the snuggles. she used to say that i would never understand until i had my own tiny human. oh and how glorious! now i do! now i know!

  this painfully beautiful love. i am undeserving of such a gift. yet, He gives it freely, gracefully, mercifully.

   so these dark brown eyes. these tinty little fingers. this full-of-life blessing. she breaks my heart daily. i don't deserve her. her love abounds. the depth of her trust, astounding!

   oh that i will raise her to love Jesus! to be faithful. to keep loving. keep trusting. if all my life equates to is raising her to do this, then i will be satisfied.

   this tiny human. this tiny blessing hanging from my hip. oh the love! oh the joy! this glory be to Him!