Maybe being a parent means being less of a grown-up.
Her dependence on me, the me who lacks so much wisdom and experience, is humbling.
It is this humility that gives me the heart of a child, breaks me open enough that I must run to my Father and say “help please!” because I cannot put the pieces together the way they should go.
She looks up with so much eager wonder, with outstretched arms and pleading eyes, with total reliance, and I see myself in her.
She is the little child leading me back to God.
(Isaiah 11:6)
~lg
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