I think they're trying to pull somthing over on me.

Today started out like usual. I woke up and reminded my mom that a bottle was required. I've been trying to get it across to her that a nice warm bottle should be waiting for me when I wake up, but for some reason, I'm always the one doing the waiting. So I waited loudly.
After the usual morning rigamaroll, Mommy whisked me and my sister off to what seemed at first like a really cool place. There were sweet smiling ladies who were all very happy to see me, and they all knew my name. Marlene was there and Dora went off with her somwhere and then my mom and I followed another lady to a huge room FULL OF TOYS. They had every toy you could imagine. It was wonderful. There were some other babies hanging out who I've never seen before, so I introduced myself and we played. I was a little suspicious because my mom seemed to be paying close attention to what I was doing - that was very unusual. The gate opened and there was my pal Isabella from the church nursury. Within a few minutes she was crying because her mommy was leaving her there. I took a look around and it seemed to me that the other kids were also sans mommy. This left me feeling a little unsure. I climbed up Mommy's legs to make sure she wasn't going to leave without me, but she seemed content to stay. We read some stories and then I began to play with the other babies again. I kept looking over my shoulder to keep an eye on Mom, but she wasn't going anywhere. Eventually we collected Adora from another room with bigger kids and bigger toys. We said goodbye to Marlene and Michelle who was there too. Then we came home. It was lots of fun, but I have a sneaking suspicion that my mom is trying to trick me. I don't know how or why, it's just my baby intuition.

Oh, Baby

Whenever I hear the term 'bubbling up', I think of two things. Joy, because when I feel it, it bubbles up, and Grace because to me, she is the very image of bubbling up.
Before she came about, I was always wondering what she would be like compared to Adora.
Would her hair be lighter or darker than Adora's? Would she have more or less of a temper than Adora.
Technically you can compare them, and sometimes I do.
But there really is no point, because Grace is Grace. When I look at her face, all I see is Grace and all that she was created to be. What purpose does God have for this future woman? You can see a shadow of it if you catch her in the right light. Can you imagine the waves she will create? The impact He has designed for her to have on this world? The unique and powerful way she is intended to reveal His glory? You can see it already.
It's beginning to bubble out.
Get ready world, here comes Grace.

July 2005

Hey Mom! Stop trying to steal my spotlight!