His Little Girl

I wanted to share a poem with you all that I wrote for Mackenzie's birthday. As she grows and experiences knew things, I have to continually remind myself that the only way I can be the parent she needs is to surrender control to God. He is the only Perfect Parent!

His Little Girl

I move your golden tendrils out of your sleeping eyes,

And a whirlwind of emotion takes me by surprise.

I pause and kneel beside your bed as I try to guess your dreams

Your small frame curled tightly; your look peaceful and serene.

I inhale slowly, then exhale as though I feel the weight.

This little life depends on me and the choices that I make.

Then just as tears begin to well and my heart begins to race,

I close my eyes, bow my head, and take my rightful place.

For every night, my precious one, I surrender my control

To One who loves you even more than we could ever know.

He knit your inmost being with a perfect plan in mind,

Lovingly creating you with a purposeful design.

So I ask for Him to lead me as I raise His little girl

And hold my hand as I hold yours to guide you through this world.

I pray that at a tender age, you learn to call Him "Lord"

And trust in Him, your Source of Strength, when life seems cold and hard.

I ask Him to reveal Himself in the choices that you make

As you hunger for His righteousness and always seek His face.

And on those days your way seems dark, I pray your soul is well

Because you hold to the assurance that His promises won't fail.

I beg your days of serving Him are fruitful and are many,

That you fulfill your heart's desires, and His blessings number plenty.

I begin to feel the peace He brings and know in you He finds delight.

I wrap my arms around you and kiss your head goodnight.

And as my weight is lifted by the One who holds the world,

I thank Him that He's given me this chance to hold His little girl.