My Little Lady

People were bringing little children to Jesus for him to place his hands on them, but the disciples rebuked them. When Jesus saw this, he was indignant. He said to them, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. Truly I tell you, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.” And he took the children in his arms, placed his hands on them and blessed them.

Mark 10:13-16



Jesus LOVES kids. They are precious to his heart. They are close to his heart.


When I see the pure, unclouded faith that my little girl has in her Heavenly Father I can’t help but be a little envious. Oh, to have faith like a child! Yesterday as I folded laundry and she sat near me I looked at her and said “You’re my favorite.” A toothless smile lit up her face and she replied “You’re my favorite too, but so is Daddy and God is my VERY favorite!”

I’m not crazy about babies. Weird, right?

When Liss was a baby, her utter dependence on me for mere survival made me nervous. When I was nursing I felt tied down. When she cried I wanted to scream. Then the toddler years came. She learned to walk and I had to watch her like a hawk. Her little hands grabbed everything in sight and most of those things went into her mouth. She had no discernment about whether or not an item was okay to put in her mouth or not. She tried to climb our long staircase. She opened cabinet doors and reached in for heavy pots and pans. At the park she picked up pieces of mulch and sho ’nuff – right into the mouth. Ohhhh, I didn’t do well with the toddler years either.

Now my girl is five. At the end of the summer she’ll be six. Baby years – done. Toddler years – over. When I look at her now I see a little lady. And what a little lady she is growing up to be!



This kindergarten graduate is smart, sassy, clever, intuitive, observant, energetic and funny. Our favorite thing to do together is laugh. The deep, can’t-catch-our-breath belly laughs are the best!



Mommy’s having a much easier time of it now that she’s more grown up. We can communicate now. We can experience things together that she will remember for the rest of her life. She can sit quietly and read a stack of books. She can get her own afternoon snacks from the kitchen and fill her own cup with water. She can wash her face and brush her hair. This increasing independence makes life so much nicer for all of us!



But she still needs her mama. She needs help picking a shirt that doesn’t totally clash with her shorts. She needs help putting mustard on her hot dog and pouring her milk. She needs help getting buckled into her car seat. She is far from independent. But she’s growing and learning and thriving every day….and she is such a gift. Amidst the wailing of the baby years, there were sweet smiles and priceless giggles. Amidst the craziness of the toddler years, there were snuggles and sloppy kisses. Amidst the little lady years, there are reflections of Jesus and a faith that is blossoming before my very eyes. Oh, how He loves this little lady.

Dear Father,

Thank you for getting me through the baby and toddler years, and for the precious memories that will last a lifetime. Thank you for creating and loving my girl and for the love she has for You! Continue to grow her up in the light of your love.

In Jesus’ Name,






One thought on “My Little Lady

  1. My 3 kids (ages 20, 17, 13) are my best friends! I thank God for them everyday. We have so much fun together. Children, no matter what their age, are truly a gift from God.

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