You are growing so fast. It’s hard to imagine the day I will let you go, the day when I will loosen my grip one finger at a time, peel your tiny body off mine, and place you in the arms of another. A teacher. A caregiver. A nurse.
I’ll learn the art of loving tight and holding with open hands, of planting roots and growing wings, of trusting you into the care of others — and into the care of your Father. I’ll smile bravely to impart bravery. And peace comes from leaving you in His hands. It is a settled belief that He is good.
Despite fears, circumstances, uncertainties, and unanswered questions, He holds it all and is watching over you.
When I worship Him in the difficulty of open hands, my praise becomes an offering of trust. It is a beautiful, full surrender to the one who has commanded angels to guard you.
You are my precious child, His precious creation.
For it is written:
For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.
PSALM 91:11-12 NIV