He stood before me six feet 2 inches tall. In his arms he held our third baby girl. I remember this day as if it were yesterday. She was just a few weeks old. She was tiny. I watched as she tried to stretch her neck out and hold her head up as though she was taking a look at the world from up there in her daddy’s arms.
A little old lady maybe 4 feet tall if I quest right, tapped me on the shoulder and said, ” You’ve got a precious little one there.” I smiled and said thank you. She got really close and pointed her crooked finger at me and said in a little voice that was strong like the wind “She is filled with wisdom, don’t you ever forget it.” She patted me on the arm and walked away.
I’ve never seen her again, that precious grandma like figure, but throughout the course of the past 18 years, I’ve never forgotten those words. In two days our youngest daughter will be walking across the stage to receive her high school diploma and let me tell you she has been full of wisdom for what seemed like her whole life.
She asked Jesus into her heart when she was right around the age of four. She loved to sings songs about him and as she grew older she would read stories from the bible over and over until she knew them well. She has journals filled with devotions and a heart that is so sweet she actually got her nick name from her older brother when he was trying to tell her, “Make sure no one bullies you sweets. ”
We moved to Colorado a few months before she finished her junior year in the home town she grew up in. I know this was hard for her. She never complained. She saw it as the opportunity God had planned for her. I remember dropping her off on her first day. I was anxious as I drove up to the school that looked like a college campus. It was the middle of winter and she needed to be there at 6:30 A.M which meant the sun had not come up yet. I wanted to hold her just like I had when she was little and afraid. I could feel the tears well up as I tried to hold them in. She asked me to pray for her. I took a deep breath and without emotion I shouted, “God help Hannah to have a great day, amen.” Not my usual prayer but it took everything to wait until she exited the car to let my heart cry and let me tell you I sobbed.
Fifteen months later she’s recalling the events of her new life now worn in just a little. There is that one great friend God gave her, Megan. They met and their hearts connect as though they had already know each other. They spent endless time talking about their hopes and dreams. They dressed up for prom, laughed, and danced. One of my prayers had been answered.
Oh my sweet Hannah-Ray. I love you beyond measure or words. I have been blessed to have you as my daughter. I wanted to take a moment and speak life over you my baby girl all grown up. I am so very proud of you. I love that you have allowed God to be the one that sets your life in motion. I love that you love him and I pray everyday that you never lose sight of him and the amazing plans he has for you. As You graduate, my prayer is that you continue on this voyage by growing deeper in the lord. Let him be your compass. When you find that you have lost your way, let him point you back to himself. If you ever find yourself drifting in this great big world, let him be your anchor. This hope you have is an anchor for your soul (Hebrews 6:19). Don’t forget all those gifts and talents he gave you. Use them to the fullest. I’m not too concerned about what you will be. A biology major, a child psychologist, or a writer, because I now who’s you are. Whatever his call on your life is sweets, do it afraid. Daddy and I will always be here cheering you on as long as we have breath. May our great lord bless you all the days of your life and keep you close to his side and protect you. May his beautiful face shine upon you and may he be ever so gracious to you. May the lord show you his favor and always fill you with his peace. (Numbers 6:24-26)
So on Thursday May 21, 2015 at 12:00 noon I’ll cheer when they call your name. I know I will be crying just like I am as I write this. Tears of joy for sure. Take your place in the world my beautiful girl and shine Jesus wherever you go. Be strong and courageous and know I’m always here and I’m always praying for you.
Love ~ hugs and hopes always, Your Mom
Because of God’s great love for us we can be sure of this one thing: HE IS FAITHFUL!
His Love is Alive,