Snow Stories and Daughters

SNOW

Today the snow was falling. Well it was yesterday too.
It was big and fat snow. But today it was only flurries.
I wish it was big, fat snow. There is still a lot of snow, and I’m glad.
Today I can’t go out because I’m sick.
It’s been going around. I am so glad it is winter.
We get to toboggan, build snow men, have snowball fights,
and have hot chocolate. We do all sorts of fun things in the
winter; especially just seeing the snow fall on the ground!

The End (by Rebecca)

Today my daughter stayed home with me. Her tummy didn't feel quite right, sore when she ate and a bit queasy most of the time.
So we had a quiet day in; she and Nicky and I.
Nicky always likes to have Becca around. She's like a little Mom, alert to his needs, caring, cuddly and loves to read him stories, and with a little persuasion, will sit down for a board game with him. She loves him and he knows it.
She's a good girl, my Becca, kind of heart and willing of spirit.
She's petite and flits around with her little gap toothed grin, always pressing in for a touch, a snuggle as she flies by me, boundless energy wrapped up in small girl beauty and softness.

I treasure her. I treasure my boys too, but that's another story...
I think of Joyful's yesterday post, and pause to ponder my girl. I see greatness being formed. I see a heart of concern and hands of help and reassurance when her little brother has a 'storm' as he calls his seizures. I see her draw encouragement to others as she puts pencil crayon to paper, and flowers, rainbows, horses and hearts emerge, along with words of love, to her family, her teacher, her friends and pen pal in Kenya. She enjoys life and though she is a bit sad that she doesn't have a sister, she romps and rollerblades and wrestles through life with her three brothers.
She is tender though and needs time with Mommy and Aunties, Grandmas and girl cousins and friends to fill that feminine part of her.
I love her so deeply.
She is a dark haired, dark eyed beauty with an impish smile and a light sprinkle of freckles over her nose. She is olive skinned like her Dad and goes a beautiful brown in the summer.
But her physical beauty is not what draws you to her. She is vibrant and alive. She knows God loves her and asks hard questions about Him and wants to understand. I find her doing devotions and reading the Bible in her room and my heart fills with thankfulness at the gift He has given me.
It is His creative design that has made her and His grace that has saved her. Now with continued grace she will grow into greatness. She will find the path He has set for her life and walk in it.

Dear Lord,
Give me the grace and wisdom to guide this little girl you have given me, to point her to You and trust You to complete the good work You have started in her. She is precious beyond words to me, and I know that is just a drop in a bucket compared to how special she is to You. Thank you for the gift she is.

"He has showed you, O man, what is good.
And what does the Lord require of you?
To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God."
Micah 6:8 NIV