(words reposted from the archives;
a sentiment still echoing in my heart)
Dear Presley,
Welcome to the world little girl! Are you aware of the
fact that people in Uganda were waiting for the news of your arrival?! Eagerly
awaiting every tiny detail of You! You have hair! You weigh 7lbs! You are
healthy! Every picture that floated over the web was studied and gushed over.
Because you are our treasure.
And we are so happy you are here.
I have not been able to hold you in my arms yet. I am
grieving this, but don't worry your pretty little head over that. Because I am
holding you in my heart. And while that may sound a little sappy and weird,
it's true. There are no miles, no circumstances and no tomorrow that can change
your place in my heart. Your brothers are anchored deep in there too.
If I could whisk myself to your home this evening, I
would send your Mommy to sleep, rent your Daddy & brothers their favorite
movie and rock you quietly in your room. While you rested, I would speak many
wonderful things over your head and catch you up on some important information.
First, God made you. Perfectly. How I wish you could
always rest so easily in this, but the truth is there are many untrue messages
out there. Expectations and innuendos that boldly insist there is ONE WAY to
look and ONE SIZE to wear and anything else is failure. Presley, Love, you are
perfectly designed by a Perfect Creator and when you look at yourself through
the years you should always remember, it is HIS work you see in that mirror and
you should be careful how you speak about it. And how you allow others to speak
about it. You are beautiful. Case closed.
Second, Jesus loves you. LOVES YOU. And that will never
change. NEVER. He is the most incredible Hero, Protector, Friend and Confidant
and He will never let you down. I pray for you and those brothers of yours and
all your cousins living here in Uganda to know Jesus better than any other.
Listen for His voice, my niece. He has a plan and a love for you that is
unmatched.
Third, ice cream is awesome. You can call it “mum-mum”
and smile sweetly and people will supply it to you by the gallon.
Fourth, organizing and cleaning are fun! (I can keep
trying even though this hasn’t worked on any of my own babies yet!)
Fifth, I love your hair and your eyelashes and your
perfect fingers and toes!
Sixth, I love you.
Finally a prayer: “Holy Father protect this life, protect
this heart. Soften and nurture and grow this incredible spirit towards You. May
nothing hinder or misdirect her gaze from Your Holiness and Your Grace.”
And then I would probably cry. Because my children and husband
would be so hungry in Uganda without me and I would have to get on an airplane
and fly away.
But not without singing first. "Jesus Loves
Me," "Who Made the Flowers," and most likely, "Amazing
Grace."
Blessings would be spoken over your perfect, tiny head.
And your Mommy would be rested. And your brothers would be hugged. And my heart
would be at peace.
The final thing I would remind us both of is that this
life rarely gives you EVERYTHING that you want. Sadly, we can’t always have our
way. But a quiver lip and pout do nothing but depress. The best plan is to
count your blessings, pray with thanksgiving and wait on the Lord. His plan is
ALWAYS perfect.
Just look at you.
I love you always. Call me if you need anything.
Aunt Cheryl
"For you created my inmost being.
You knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully
and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful. I know that full well."
Psalm 139:13-14
1 comment:
I stumbled across this while I am at work and am waiting on hold to cancel someone's hotel reservations.
What a sweet letter to your new niece.
I enjoyed this so much! Thank you!
Blessings and Peace.
Tolli
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