Marveling, Part II

Today,
my baby girl is 37.

Now, 

how that happened when I myself only turned 37 on my last birthday, 

I'm not sure, 

but I digress.

My precious baby, 
my sweet little angel girl,
the apple of her daddy's eye,
all grown up to a lovely woman.

How blessed I am that God chose me to be her mother!!!

I think of Mary 

and how honored she must have felt

being chosen to be the mother of 

Christ Jesus, Saviour of the world,

and I understand a bit.

Oh, my baby was not the Messiah!

Trust me on this!

Her teen years bear that out!

But, again, I digress....

No, she was not destined for greatness.

She would not save the world.

But she would certainly touch it!

For the good!

Let me tell you some things.

My sweet toddler running to me in tears

because the other children on the playground

wouldn't listen to her tell them about Jesus.

My adorable elementary school child

asking if we could buy something for

her friend for Christmas instead of another

gift for her because her friend was poor.

It was the only year she and her sister

didn't have the same number of gifts under the tree.

She had one less.

My sassy teenager

giggling with delight

the year we were having our 

mommy/daughter skip day

and saw a teacher at the mall.

(Yes, sometimes I was a bad influence...)

The precious young woman,

out on her own,

telling her sister not to be in such a hurry

and that mom and dad weren't as dumb as they thought.

(A very satisfying, overheard conversation!)

The tender woman,

grieving herself,

who took mama in hand when daddy died,

and made sure she survived.

And who, a few months later,

rejoiced with her in new-found love.

And a few months after that,

carried her again through sorrow

at yet another loss,

never criticizing,

never belittling,

always supporting.

No, she was not destined for greatness

in the world's eyes.

But she is great!

For she is exactly what God created her to be...

...an excellent wife,

one of the two best momma's I know,

a daughter extraordinaire,

this remarkable woman is my child.

And I marvel at God's wonderful gift to me!