disclaimer: all photos taken with the phone, so humor me and pretend they're fab
today I decided to be irrational and pray everyday from here on out that the Lord come back before Elsie hits, I dunno the age of 10.
Like fo' realz.
(I know HE has a master plan and that He is doing a god work in everyone and that there are so many out there that need to be saved by his Grace before all that but like I said I was being irrational)
lemme break down my morning so you can understand
I enter the sunroom all cheery and ready to face the day when I'm smacked with this sight
do you see what I'm seeing
so I'm not against littles having ears pierced or anything like that. This was about my baby girl lookin' all growns up because she's playing dress up with some of mama's clip ons
I looked at Micah and was like (word for word)
"Jesus better come get us tomorrow because I'm not dealing with miss thang all pretty and grown up mmmkay?"
I was dead serious
I mean look at her.
well not this one but you know what I mean
she is already so beautiful and aside from the challenges I've had recently with her being a sassy mouth she has the most beautiful soul too.
as I started grinding up my coffee beans I kind of zoned out and just stared at her through the kitchen window into the sunroom and realized I don't ever want her to grow up
period. the end
I know there are new stages to enjoy in her life as she grows but I started freaking about her coming into her own
and whether I'm praying enough over her, Vernon, the both of my precious babes
praying that the friends that will come and go in her life be friends that encourage not bring down
to love her and her tender heart
praying for her to make good choices
praying for her to know Jesus as her own not just because we believe
praying that she would be used greatly for God
praying that she be kept safe from any wicked thing in this world
and the list went on and on and on
until I stopped making coffee
went and sat next to her
took off those earrings
and played with her puzzles
throughout the day I kept looking at her and would start to get overwhelmed with the thought of her becoming a little lady but then I'd pray God take my thoughts captive and to not get so caught up in the things to come
so I could enjoy popsicles before lunch
dance parties in the car
her hiding in all the clothes racks whilst out shopping
carousels and cookies
she is the most fun she has ever been at this age and I can't get enough
but seriously Lord tomorrow is good for me.
I kid, I kid.
Do any of you ever feel this way? Do you fear for your sweet babies futures?
It comes and goes for me and isn't a daily or even weekly thing, but it creeps up on me and gets all up in my grill like today and then I'm all crazy crying over little things like earrings