**Christmas of 1981, at nine years old. **
that's how I entered the world.
You welcomed me straight into your arms;
No questions asked, love opened wide.
You coddled and kissed;
No moment you missed.
A little one now looked to you to lead.
The parties, the pictures;
All special occasions captured on film.
This precious girl you looked at with joy;
Your dreams and hopes to come alive.
My life didn't always flow as planned;
There were hurts and scrapes along the way.
Never did you leave my side;
Or cease your daily prayers.
That I would be all that I could;
With your instruction and discipline.
At times I rebelled;
But you never faltered in teaching me goodness.
Respecting others, working hard;
You helped build my strong foundation.
Using manners and being honest;
You modeled before my eyes.
Even though I was too young to appreciate your efforts;
It was never lost as I aged.
Right now, in looking back;
You did the very best for me.
No holding back, no giving in;
Your love, in ways, saved me.
For it was the door that stayed ajar;
To receive the Savior later.
A blessed friend, committed parents;
It all came to a moment.
Of looking back with gratitude;
And living a godly, purpose filled life.
This open prose is dedicated to my parents who remained faithful in loving this little girl who once was lost, but now is found. I love you both.
Encouragement for the week:
Never underestimate the power of the love and prayers of your parents, beloved.
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