"Sumthin's up there Grama. What is it?"
I didn't know. Whatever she saw, or heard, I could not see or hear. Perhaps it was a bird. Perhaps it was a squirrel. It really doesn't matter what it was. What matters is what she wondered in her tiny little inquisitive mind. I pray she always looks up and seeks an answer.
"Maybe it's God."
Maybe it was. Maybe it was an angel's wings. As the gentle June breeze whispered in the mulberry leaves above her head, I watched it tickle the strands of hair that strayed from her ponytail. I smiled at the dress she always chose to wear. My heart warmed at the sight of her. My mind raced ahead in time--she would not always be so tiny, so small. And while this mulberry tree is even monstrous to me, it will shrink in size to her as she grows up. I only pray the wonder in her mind this day will be filled with awe at the majesty of God tomorrow.
I pray one day I'll see her looking up and wondering~~How great is my God! How great is my Lord! How small am I in the scheme of things. How very much He loves me! selahV
[copyrighted, SelahV Today, 2007]