We were outside packing for another trip and Elayna was standing next to me.
She was talking to Jeremy and had just carried a huge laundry basket full of bedding to the van.
I glanced over and saw her cute jeans, her cowboy boots and her long braid.
She looked stylish and adorable.
She looked grown up.
My daughter is growing up.
I looked at our shoes, side-by-side, and thought, “8 years left…”
Over half her time with us is past.
She is beautiful and young and amazing and brilliant. and she is growing up.
Her formative years are ending and her critical years are ahead.
Will she choose to follow in the ways she has been taught?
Will she continue to be teachable?
Will she listen to advice and accept instruction?
Will she trust in the God who loves her and allow Him to walk her through the many long, growing days ahead?
Will she choose friends who will help her in her relationship with God?
Will she stand strong even if she stands alone?
Will she be safe and cared for and know how deeply she is loved?
Seeing her sweet form standing almost face-to-face with mine, I breathed a prayer that all moms pray.
Lord, let it be.
Let her choose You. Let her listen and make godly choices. Let her follow Your Word all the days of her life.
My time is so short.
Her life is just beginning.
She is growing up.
And my mommy heart is pounding with the implications of that thought.
Will I handle her critical years with grace?
Will I hear her and step back and let her continue to grow?
Can I let go and let God have full control?
Can I accept her growth and watch her live?
My daughter is growing up… and I’m choosing to trust. I’m choosing to see the beauty in each day we have with her in our home.
Every day matters.
Every moment is precious.
*linking in with Woman to Woman