I usually just post my little poetry lines in the hopes the perhaps someday, someone might actually read them. However, today was a special day for me.
Today I had the pleasure of taking care of Emmaline from fussy beginning, through Parish service, and just a few moments ago , a lengthy session of restfully watching some of my favorite music videos on my MAC. All through this wonderful day I looked into those beautiful eyes, and kissed that little neck, thinking to myself , "Oh God, in all my sin, you have gifted me with such beauty in my life". This little life that graces my days and nights, that loves me regardless, that lets me read my poetry to her reclined in my arms and doesn't make fun of me, or call me a girl for my sensitivities.This little soul that insist that I say the prayers with her and Henry every night when I am home, and makes me read to her, even when she has no idea what I am talking about, making me finish reading her The Declaration Of Independence out loud. Blessing is such an understatement, an unfinished expression of how I feel each moment my hours are graced by her.
This is real, this is life, this is what makes it all worth it. It is in this little soul and souls like hers, in which the Church shall survive. This little Covenant child that will be the flower that blooms making God's Church more lovely to the world, as it already has mine.
Today I had the pleasure of taking care of Emmaline from fussy beginning, through Parish service, and just a few moments ago , a lengthy session of restfully watching some of my favorite music videos on my MAC. All through this wonderful day I looked into those beautiful eyes, and kissed that little neck, thinking to myself , "Oh God, in all my sin, you have gifted me with such beauty in my life". This little life that graces my days and nights, that loves me regardless, that lets me read my poetry to her reclined in my arms and doesn't make fun of me, or call me a girl for my sensitivities.This little soul that insist that I say the prayers with her and Henry every night when I am home, and makes me read to her, even when she has no idea what I am talking about, making me finish reading her The Declaration Of Independence out loud. Blessing is such an understatement, an unfinished expression of how I feel each moment my hours are graced by her.
This is real, this is life, this is what makes it all worth it. It is in this little soul and souls like hers, in which the Church shall survive. This little Covenant child that will be the flower that blooms making God's Church more lovely to the world, as it already has mine.
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