Of all my children, you are the one who needs me the most. You are the one who wants me desperately near and available every second.
And yet, even in those moments of closest proximity, you are the one most likely to push away, to build a wall, to refuse to talk about what is troubling you.
Yet again at the closing of every day, it is you, bone tired in sheets all around, who begs for my kisses, who must share a prayer.
This week it became clear to me that those God has surrounded me with - husband, children, family, friends - often wink of His great love for me, how each serves as a personification of the eternal, undeserved grace and love God extends to me.
I see His wink in you too, my precious Eden, but even more that twinkle in my Father's eye when I roll my eyes heavenward in desperate demand for some help learning how just to love you so.
He knows just what He put in you, a little of me at that age with my love for folly and penchant for trouble. In you I see so much of me, so many of the same struggles I wrestled with at your age and I recognize the strong desire to do what is right even when all the while choosing what is wrong.
Look in that mirror, baby girl. It is you and me.
You while still in the struggle.
Me always by your side as a promise that God does grant victory and that He will use those eternal ingredients He gifted deep inside of you to make something beautiful of you, more precious some day because of the refining He is doing in you, and in me, today.
You are heaven's delight and so too are you mine.
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