I washed her hair while she giggled.
She needed a little TLC...so we had some mommy/daughter time.
And this sign hung just to my right, intentionally reminding me of the beauty before me, reminding me of the responsibility, reminding me of the cost and the worth and the metaphor and the love that Christ poured out for me, washing me white as snow.
He takes us as we are, calls us His own, and grafts us in.
He loves us and shepherds our wandering hearts with boundless, merciful compassion. Oh, to be more like Him!
(pretty girl)
And it was so fun to make her feel special this regular afternoon.
My India...my daughter...Mommy loves you.
"See what kind of love the Father has given to us, that we should be called children of God; and so we are."
1 John 3:1
