My Angel

My angel entered my world sixteen years ago. She came surprisingly early by a week. She arrived a tiny, wide-eyed little bundle of blessing. I wept as she lay in her bed, clutching her daddy's finger. We didn't know how to be parents, but were trusting God to lead the way into this new world. I was happy.

I am happy. My little angel has grown to be a godly young woman. I love watching her determination and skill on the soccer field. I smile as she plays with her sisters and brother. I cry with her when things hurt, and laugh with her in the silliness of life. I admire mostly her love for God that has developed in her heart and has evidenced itself in her life.

They say that time goes faster the older you become. I wish it weren't true. In a few short years she will be heading off to college in an adventure of her own. I know that will make me sad.

For now, I am glad that my angel is home with me. Sixteen years have gone too quickly.

(My Angel with her Grandma)