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Eternity

She skipped and spun with her arms in the air, complete with little elbow-dimples. Her dress frilled out around her in little white layers as she spun. Beautiful green eyes peered out from wispy brown hair and chubby, round cheeks. Grinning, she danced unashamed. Joy, simplicity, and beauty surrounded her.

On Sunday morning (Mother's Day!) I thanked God for the children He is letting me raise on earth, and asked Him to give little Evelyn a Mother's Day kiss for me. During a dancing song at church God answered me, and gave me a Mother's Day gift I will never forget! I had my eyes closed, and for just an instant, God let me see my beautiful Evelyn! My movement began to slow, and then stopped. My whole body felt like it was holding it's breath, hoping to hang on to the glimpse just for one moment more... I was a little in shock- I hadn't expected this amazing, unforgettable gift!

Evelyn is two today!
Happy Birthday, beautiful girl! I KNOW your day was filled with dancing, twirling, and laughter! For you, I don't WISH you a happy Birthday, I simply exclaim that I know your day IS happy! Dance in the Father's presence, sing and giggle and squeal in your perfect freedom! God gave me a little peek at you this week, and it filled my heart with so much joy! Momma loves you, little one, and we'll be together for eternity.


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  1. AnonymousMay 19, 2013 at 8:42 PM

    wow…so touching. made me cry. God is so good.

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  2. MollyMay 22, 2013 at 4:33 PM

    Amazing! What a sweet gift!

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