Ginger will change the world, but for now she needs her sleep.

Treasures on Loan

Do you know when I feel the most alive? Present? Deeply connected to the heart of God?

It's not when I'm singing
or riding through the vineyards
or kayaking
or acting

It's when I'm praying for my children. Each time I stand in their dark bedroom and put my hands on them, one at a time. When I touch their pale foreheads and smooth back the wisps of their hair, and talk to God about them.
When I turn my heart toward their creator with thoughts of them, I am saturated with awe. I see glimpses of their character and who they are becoming, and I feel a solemn assurance that their lives will leave clear footsteps for many to follow.
And a thousand other things that are secret, that God has put inside a mother's heart and cannot be explained but are stored and treasured there..
In those moments, I am more alive and aware of my purpose than at any other time.

Willow has chosen to follow Christ and sometimes has her own talks with God, simple honest prayers that remind me of things I've often forgotten..
And as for Ginger, she is too young to really understand who Jesus is, but she senses *something* in those moments, and makes sure every night that I don't forget to, "Pray, Mommy!"..

I don't know what kind of circumstances my daughters will go through, or how long I'll have with them, but I do know this:
every hope, dream, and concern I have for them comes out in one prayer that I feel to the core of my being every time

Bless this child,
Protect this child,
Use this child.


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