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She just turned 4 this week.
Yet limbs and words and imagination
speak to 16 at least.
I remember when she was born.
I told her the story on her birthday
night and how she couldn’t wait to
push herself into the world.
Ready to take it on with all of it’s
mess and uncertainty and she with her
determination and energy and always
her joy.
Like your mama you are, sweet one.
Like her mama too since you bear
her name. Susanne of the generations
gone by, you reached into my heart
and took a forever claim long before
you were born. I imagined a daughter
with your Name.
And in the heart of Your Creator, before
time began, He imagined you.
He chose you as His own before the
foundation of the world
,
and knit you
together in my womb
and made
a name for you that is re-made in
the timeless meaning as names go.
Lily and courage, maybe it is that flower
the stretches her petals, long and fragile
yet somehow not. Sturdy they are to
fly in beauty into the world. To plant
itself in this world with the extravagance
of a lovely necessity. Destined to make
the world, your ever changing, growing world
different. Just like your eyes when they
are concentrating, or laughing, or sad, so sad, or
filled with wonder anew…open up and never close again.
This LIFE is meant for you!
