Sometimes I look at her and I think, no...... I wonder, how did this happen?
What was once just the smallest of flutters beneath the beat of my heart has grown into someone who will one day feel that familiar flutter of life growing within her as well.
My baby will one day have her own baby, and I wonder again...... will she have a moment such as this?
A moment in which she reflects on the last 12 years of her child's life.... all the time wondering if she did everything right? Are all of the pieces in place? You know..... the ones that are essential for that same child to make all of the "right" decisions in life.
My imperfections are suddenly a very scary thing to possess, knowing that they will more than likely be a hand-me-down to a living breathing legacy that all started within my womb.
Gabrielle is a Hebrew name that means God gives strength; or God is my strength.
Lord, I pray that you lead me so that I may lead her, and may she always be aware of your ever present help in her time of need, of her weakness made perfect in Your strength.
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