In the curve of her face I see the beauty of her father's people. She is the perfect creation of our hearts. Wherever we go, people stop and smile at her. I'm sure any toddler has this affect on the average person, but it warms my soul all the same.
Yesterday, she was playing with my long hair and then I saw that she reached up and pulled her beautiful little curls, trying to get them to come down by her ears like mommies. It moved something in me--something that wants to preserve her fearless spirit, to fight for her against all the elements that tell a women she's not enough of whatever. In that moment, I realized the only way I could protect her would be by believing the same for myself. To live the difference for her. I cannot teach what I don't believe. My dear friends have been helping me realize my worth in Christ above all else. Accomplishments, size, none of it matters in comparison with who I've been created as a daughter of the One True King.
She is a little challenge for me, in the best possible way. A reminder for me to live my life with joy and passion. Live out loud! What do you have to be afraid of? She's my hero. She doesn't believe that pretending to be a princess will make her less capable. She also believes that a beautiful dress goes wonderfully with sneakers and a fireman's hat! Who can argue with that?
Next time I worry what to wear or what someone may think--well maybe I need my own princess dress and fire hat!