We gathered to bless her. A little ceremony that would tattoo on her heart good things. A princess among 4 princes. Blessed to be right smack dab in the middle.
She represented innocence.
A baby about to be birthed again into the world.
A child on the edge of a new adventure. A ceremony was in the making to mark the who she was, so in the journey she would never forget.
Along the journey we get beat up, knocked down, covered in dust by bigger and better plans and procedures, heartbroken, have relational obstacles and in the midst of that we might feel rejected, alone and abused. A knowing washed over me suddenly and I was the one blessed to watch something so simple and lovely transform before my eyes. A time set apart to make truth visual.
When they were done painting. Dad said, “I’d like to talk about what I painted.” A piece I hadn’t intended on. An exerciser in hearing the words they picked and why. My heart stood still as I watched her eyes meet her parent’s and take in every word they spoke. Out loud processing. The hearing of the word. Cementing truth in the memory and soul.
Not being able to help myself, I prayed as I watched. I prayed that God would be glorified through this little ceremony. That God’s intention would surface and His love would wash over this family for being so brave and intentional about their love for each other.
Truth, a rock to stand on. Worthy to be written, unknowingly at the time, on both feet by both parents. Truth shall be her foundation in her journey ahead.
speaking the truth in love,
we are to grow up in every way
into him who is the head, into Christ,