My sweet little girl was once an infant…it wasn’t even that long ago, and already, I tend to forget this fact.

I pray that I can always remember holding her as a tiny babe…that warm, melting feeling that engulfed my heart as I smelled her sweet skin. Pray that I remember the fear that I felt as I realized the weight of the responsibility of raising her up to be a woman of character, a disciple of Christ. Pray that I remember the realization of my desperation for His guidance, His love, and His patience as we embarked on this journey known as parenthood.

I pray that I can learn to rejoice in each phase she passes through. I pray that I cling to His grace and His example of discipline rather than my own need for control. I pray that I will see her and remember that she is a child, a wee little babe, just as God remembers that I am dust. I pray for an eternal perspective and a release from the lie that I alone am responsible for forming her character. I am just a tool that He has chosen to use in her life…I pray that I submit to His wielding as He carves out beauty in my baby girl.