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I just read Rebecca's thoughts on when she and Jeremy went to receive Livia to bring her home two years ago and I am wiping tears from my eyes even still as I write. Seeing and hearing and experiencing the love of a parent is overwhelming in an amazing way. I can't really imagine what it is like to be a parent but know a pretty good amount of what it means to be an aunt and those feelings are somewhat indescribable to me. I was reminded of this today when I got to spend time with Abigail my now 6 year old niece. I went to pick her up to take her to get new tap shoes. Her excitement couldn't be kept inside, a characteristic I love about her so, so much. We tried on a couple of different sizes and then she did her" toe, heel, toe, heel walk" all the way down the aisle to test them out and make sure they were the right ones. Shortly before meeting back up with Carrie, her mom, she said to me "jo jo this has been one of the best. This and when we went to breakfast together." Ugh. Just rip my heart out right there from the pains of such unbelievable adoration. So then it comes time for ballet/tap class and there she is, her smiling eyes peering around the corner of the door waiting eagerly with the others to come in; once again I am almost overcome with the cuteness that I must try hard to focus on teaching. My special delight in my niece helped me reflect on the thoughts of God towards his children. He's really glad to call me His and He loves to watch us play and dance and smile and He knows the small things about us that make us different from all others in this world. And He pays special attention to us not because we are more special than others but because He knows us differently. I thought about how each parent must feel some similar way that I do about Abigail. I know none of these are new thoughts, David was having them a long time ago (Ps. 139) but they are profound. The impact of really living in the belief that I have a Father who loves me more than I could even begin to imagine.
Children of God, you are special, you are chosen, you are profoundly loved.
Joie, I love you and your beautiful heart. You had me tearing up by the end of this post with the lines about how God loves to see His children "play and dance and smile" and how "He knows the small things about us that make us different from all others in this world." That's a sweet reminder that I need more today than ever before -- balm for a weary soul.
:tearyeyed: good good post. cheers . . ..
beautiful, jojo. thank you for putting that in writing. i love you! and abigail, too. how precious she is. how precious you are.
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