In the morning my daughter always comes down to my bathroom and we get ready together.  We put on our make-up, poof our hair, share our morning beverages and just talk.  It is some of my favorite time with her.  Any given morning both of us can go the gamut from laughing to crying, and usually do.  In these moments she tells me her secrets, her desires and we usually spend time talking about how to handle life.  I love that she chooses to spend this time with me.  I was watching her this morning putting her eyes on and I was awe struck.  My daughter to me is unusually beautiful from her soul out, she has such a heart for the Lord, she is pure and so innocent we both laugh at her blunders…she makes my heart melt.  This was one of our typical mornings, but what was untypical to me this morning was that I could FEEL we were not alone.  It was almost like my Jesus was sitting on the edge of my Jacuzzi watching us.  I could feel the love in that bathroom.  I felt so grateful in those moments…because I knew just from our conversation that God was repeating some patterns for her He so generously lavished on me…

Lately, I have felt some regret over some of the decisions that I have made.  Some of those decisions affected my children and that for me holds the most pain.  As I felt that love pouring out in the middle of our morning routine I could just sense God saying to me…”Look what I am doing with our girl…”and I saw it and it was the redemptive restorative work of my Daddy…her Daddy.  I am well acquainted with his intimate handiwork when it comes to fixing messes…As she was just chammering away now putting on her cheeks she had no idea that God was opening my eyes up to His workmanship in her life that had been so similar to His work in mine.  No one can fix hearts, souls or messes better than THE CREATOR.  A peace just flooded me that He was always going to care for our baby girl that He entrusted to me even through all the dung I have drug her through.  Once her cheeks were done she just stopped and looked and me and flashed that huge smile that lights up some of the darkest brown eyes I have ever seen…My son walked in….”We have to go Allie it is 7”  “Oh, I have to go get on my skirt”  Off she went..and while my son messed up his messy hair and stood next to me to see if he was now a foot taller than I was I marveled at him too….there stood my 5’8” Lacrosse playing post-stroke baby…Look at what God can do…and I marveled that not a moment of love we give to those around us goes wasted…and as I heard my kids patter away on my hard wood floors a tear of joy slipped gently from my face…at my Jesus making my morning so sweet and all in the bathroom…