There are days when waking up blessed seems impossible. Turning over to capture a few extra minutes of sleep sounds like a great plan.
Of course, we are blessed every day. Our blessings are immense and often taken for granted. Waking up each morning and counting those blessings is sometimes the only way to get the feet on the floor.
I recently talked about being a mom to my three boys; now it’s the girl’s turn.
I am richly blessed to be the mom of three daughters. I always wanted a sister when I was growing up, and I was beyond thrilled when we had our first daughter and then a few years later gave her a sister. Sisters. A dream come true.
Our third daughter came many years later, through foster care, and she was already half grown. She too was thrilled when she found out she was gaining two sisters.
There had been many days in my life when I wondered how I could be living such a dream. My girls are each amazing in their own way. They are different and the same – all at once. The oldest two often get mistaken for each other, and that’s a compliment to them both. They are beautiful inside and out. They are children of the King.
They are my daughters.
They have taught me much through these years – and the lessons continue. One has always been a compassionate animal lover and a seeker of justice; smart/business minded, and the best multi-tasker ever. The other a tough cookie on the outside yet tender-hearted in reality, smart/deep thinker/feeler/writer. And the youngest is trusting and kind, with a heart of gold, who actually hears through that very heart. She longs for relationships with her sisters. She thinks they hung the moon.
These young women of mine are precious reminders of God’s grace and mercy, His beautiful gifts and His unfailing love for His children. They are even more evidence (as if the cross isn’t enough) of His goodness and His promise of a hope and a future.
Beauty from ashes.
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