There’s one thing I
always do after dinner on Saturday. It is bathing my four year
old daughter for the next day’s Sunday service “When will she grow up and be able to take
a shower by herself… sigh.”
I have to catch her who tries to quickly run by my arms and bring her into the
bathroom. When I begin to clean her whole body cleanly, she gets annoyed and makes a huge fuss.
Bath-time
doesn’t end very easily.
She fools around with the foam and the toys and aims the shower head
everywhere.
When I finally take my baby out—who now doesn’t want to get out of the water even after I tell
her over and over again— as soon as she enters her room, she starts to run
around again.
Lord~~~~
On
any other day, I would have clothed
her right away saying that she would catc1h a cold, but on this day, I just left her alone and just stood, watching. These days, Grace—my ‘baby’—likes to sing
praises the most. “Running for Providence, chosen one chosen one~~.” She would
start singing in such an excited way and only the tone of the song but nothing
else- like the lyrics would be correct. She
shouts out, “I love you Lord!”
When I was singing with her
after having been excited as well, all of sudden, tears flowed down my face.
Will this baby of mine remember
the mother who was so
happy just looking at her? Will she even have the memory? Just as I am truly happy, God
must have been so happy and joyful while looking at all the parts of me! Even if I don’t remember…
God! I will
now fill every single thing with your love!
Between me and you, God… let us make our very own beautiful memories
and stories! I truly love you.