While daddy bought Teagan her first snowmobile this last week, I watched her cry as I rode with her, but squeal in delight when riding with daddy. I also watched her twirl around on her toes and heard grandpa saying.."you're going to be a dancer"... I would have to agree. Even though she makes the motor sounds that drive mommy crazy and brings a smile to daddy's face, she still twirls around on those toes and asks mommy to "ance" with her.
After reading a blog I follow from Erin over at Rare and Beautiful Treasures, I would have to agree with her prayer and pray this for my daughter...
So while my spare energy is poured into prayer, into my bible and into my daughter; I want to talk to her and talk to the Lord in equal measure, that I would always have the heart of a mother. That she might smell the scent of the holy spirit-breathe JOY-and feel at home, from God's arms unto mine.
"But the fruit of the Spirit is love, JOY, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness . . ."