In preparation for father’s day, last night, we asked Zienne what a father does. In her own words, she said, “a father carries you.” As I checked my tweets last night, this verse came up on my feed, so appropriately: “The Lord your God carried you, as a man carries his son, all the way that you went.” Deut. 1:31 Amazing.
I hardly blog so I’ll do that tonight, esp. since I can’t sleep. The baby is getting bigger and putting more weight on my back and legs, so today, I think I overshot my limits and was on my feet for too long. Tonight, as I struggled to toss back and forth to every type of position laying down, Emma saw how painful it was for me. I asked her to pray for me so she did. Afterward, I felt her next to me, burying her head to my chest and I knew she was crying, although she tried very hard to hide it. She is truly the heart from my own heart and I can read her like I can sometimes read my own. I can see the traces of the young me in her, the empathetic sensitive person that can be so easily moved. One day, she’ll have to battle that truth of herself and find a way to develop thicker skin so she doesn’t always get so heartbroken. She’s turning seven soon and things have changed since she was 3-5. She was always such an emotional child, sometimes crying over the tiniest things, so to prepare […]