Yours, Father.
i want this little gift, this little treasure, this little tiny baby in my arms...
But this baby belongs to You.
This one You created in the secret place - You weaved together so intricately - You lovingly formed from nothing.
This baby is...
Not mine.
Your design is perfect -
i know that full well.
Not my timing, my will, my plan -
Not a life borne by the will of a father and mother...
Not a mistake - but a perfect piece of what You've intended for our lives.
Yours.
Oh, Father, i ache with longing...
My heart is so tender with love...
My body is weary...
My mind is steadfast...
But, this baby remains -
Yours.
3 comments:
beautiful!
You made me cry today, Paige. Think I will copy and paste this post to keep for future reference...
Saskatchewan Cousin
I'm hoping you all miss awana tonight because you're in the hospital...Hugs! That was absolutely beautifully put by the way!
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