She grips my two fingers tightly, squeezing them in her tiny hand, no words are spoken but there is total understanding….don’t let me fall mommy. With each step I can feel her courage grow, leaving the comfort of crawling behind, she is now beginning to walk on her feet. Ahhh those feet, those teeny tiny little bubbly feet, they will grow. Soon she’ll want me to paint her toes, I know that time is coming. She’ll begin to notice SHOES-and oh’ man-once that starts it will never end! She’ll probably want the shoes that light up-she loves lights.

Those feet will carry her through life. When I pray for her, I pray that she “lives to be an old old woman wise in her years.” I have spoken this over her since she was growing inside my womb.

I can’t imagine all that lies ahead for her and her precious feet.

There will be days that those feet are tired and need to be rubbed and soaked in a hot tub. There will be days when those feet leap from the earth with joy. There will days when those feet experience overwhelming happiness and also days of trials and tests.

Those feet will lead her to make choice after choice.

My prayer is that her choices are the ones that God has chosen for her.

My prayer is that her identity is not found in man.

My prayer is that she is a leader and not a follower.

My prayer is that she knows who God says she is.

My prayer is that she is brave.

My prayer is that she knows true love.

My prayer is that she accomplishes all that God has called her to accomplish here on this earth.

And my prayer is that when she is that old-old woman wise in her years and her feet are aged by the years of life….that she has that peace that passes all understanding that can only be found in Jesus.