Blessed...

I don't even know where to begin. How does one comment on God's hand in her life without sounding cliche or trite, or worse - proud.

But I will try to touch on one evidence of grace in the "everyday-ness" of life.
I am blessed to lead 5 jr. high girls on a quest to understand their position as a daughter of the King. Of course you can't give what you haven't got, so I've got to be one step ahead of them - seeking my reflection in Father's eyes. Who am I to the Maker of everything?
His Word says my name is carved on the palm of His hand. What an impacting idea - He so wanted to remember me that I am written on His hand.
Are 12-year-olds able to grasp the big-ness of that? I'm not sure I am.

Can anyone with a daughter not know God's good gifts?  It is said that a child with many names is well loved.  That would describe our girl.  She is Madison, Maddie, Sweetheart, Sunshine, Papa's Star, Princess, and much more.  We wandered the Huntington Beach in Cali one warm January day, and I can't believe that my firstborn is almost as tall as I am.  Wasn't it just a little while ago that she fit curled up against my shoulder with her knees tucked up against my chest.  Sometimes the way time flies makes me ache a little.