I saw this on Stefanie‘s blog; it’s a weekly post she does to capture the various moments that go on in her family. And so I thought I’d join in.
Elise is my cousin’s daughter. She just turned a year old this past winter. At Thanksgiving (which is when these pictures were taken), she adopted a form of transportation I like to call the “scoot.”
It was so cute to watch. I even took a video of her scooting along.
I got to rock this precious girl to sleep about an hour after these pictures were taken. As everyone stood around the island in my aunt’s kitchen and prayed over dinner, I sat in the living room, just thanking God in my own quiet way for that moment, for the peace and joy I found there.
I’m not normally a sentimental person, but holding Elise and rocking the chair back and forth was the highlight of that day. I realized I couldn’t wait until I become a mother, if only for the quiet tranquility found in rocking an infant to sleep.
And I thought to myself, If I love this baby girl so much, and she’s my cousin, imagine how much my heart will be bursting when it’s my own daughter. Possibly quite absurd of me to think, seeing as at the time I was eighteen and even now, not anywhere close to having my own family. But I think God spoke to me that day, and used that opportunity with Elise to show me I could still love.
Which is funny, in a way, because that wasn’t even something I was having an issue with at the moment. But I read here another instance of God sending reminders when we don’t recognize that we need one, so it does make some sense to me that this reminder would come unexpectedly.
I saw a picture of God’s love in Elise on Thanksgiving, and remembering it now fills my heart once more with joy. Praise Him! He is good. :]