We take nothing for granted around here.
Nothing.
Every smile. Every giggle. Every roll. Every kick. Every kick.
Every kick.
They are victories, every one of them. What may seem small and insignificant is evidence of a big, big God that can move mountains…and our little girl’s legs.
Today, He died for my little girl. For all of my little girls.
For all of us.
He died so that one day we can have more blessings than we can fathom.
So that one day she will not only be able to feel her toes, but dance on them and praise the One who gave His life because He loved her that much.
I will make sure she knows that Truth and all that He promises her in Heaven.
His sacrifice, more than we can ever imagine. His gift, greater than we could ever deserve.
Don’t take it for granted.