He gives good gifts

Isabelle stood on my lap, holding my thumbs, and said “belle-belle, ma-ma”, and it made me cry.  I just love her so much.  Elijah came over and hugged Isabelle, his cheek pressed against hers, and she smiled her favorite squinty-eyed smile, and stuck her tongue out for good measure.

I have lots of moments of wondering why God withholds certain blessings, why there’s struggle and want and abandoned dreams.  I see, oh so easily, all the good gifts He’s not giving me.

But with tears running down my face today, it was clear – these kids? they’re His best gift.  And I am blessed beyond measure.

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