He knit her into my womb, knowing full well who He was giving her to. We are a perfect match, but He knows how I struggle with raising her up well; half a parenting pair. He did not just give me a daughter, though, He gave me Charis (Greek for Grace): of the merciful kindness by which God, exerting His holy influence upon souls, turns them to Christ, keeps, strengthens, increases them in faith, knowledge, affection, and kindles them to the exercise of Christ's virtues.
He whispers to me daily...
My Grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. 2 Cor 12:9
Gifts of Grace:
**Her hand always finds mine
**The teenie tiny crooked toe nails
**Her affections never ending
**'God's the boss, huh, Mama?'
**She never wants to walk even a step behind me, but always beside**She never draws an unhappy face
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