daughters

When culture and your friends attempt to mold you into something you’re not, remember God has a say in who you are today.

Even though time is slipping away as I watch her permanent teeth grow in, her favorite sparkly leggings shrink, and her maturity developing at a rapid speed, God’s love remains steadfast and unchanging for her even in the midst of my imperfect motherly love…

“Momma, I need some lips,” my 3 1/2 year old daughter Hannah exclaims while we are shopping the aisles at our grocery store. “Lips” is our word for lipstick. She heads over to the makeup section and grabs a lipstick off the shelf…

Her eyes are a royal blue, her hair is dark brown She smiles, coos and makes sweet sounds Only two months old Yet so much love pours from her soul Teaching me how I am a mess and about life, and faith, and selflessness She is my daughter