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My Heart Walked Down the Sidewalk

I didn't snap a photo.  Which is abnormal for me.  I take 8 gazillion photos because 5 concussions leaves marks.  They have affected my memory. I have memories but I have blank areas too. Things that normal people remember but I don't.  I use pictures too help.

Today I walked with Snowflake to school.  At the edge of the neighborhood/ start of the school property I let her walk on by herself as I watched.

She looked so small yet so confident walking to the playground.  My little girl, walking to school.  Growing up.  It wasn't just any kid walking on that sidewalk, it was my heart.

Today it struck me just how quickly she is growing up now that she is in school. Things are changing.  It is good and it is natural.  I want her to be strong and independent. I want her to have confidence. I want her to enjoy this phase of life.

Yet, that is my baby. I know her fears and worries. I know what bothers her.  I know what is behind the smile.  I know what she has overcome and I know she needs to do to grow and be independent, but a part of me wants to leave her home where she is safe.   I don't because that isn't healthy.

God loves us that much.  He gave us this amazing garden, paradise.  He wanted us there safe and with Him.  He loves us so He gave us the freedom of choice.  When our choice screwed things up, He loved us more and gave us Himself and forgiveness so that we can regain a life in paradise with Him.

People are God's special creation.  We are His heart, His joy.  Are we reflecting that and living in a way that Honors Him? Abba wants nothing more than to love us as our Father.  As His children it is our job to obey our Father, to trust Him and accept Him.

There is so much joy in being a child of God.  So much!

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