I don't think I will ever forget that moment. It was one of those times you wish you could watch it play over and over again. I was spending time with my 2 year old daughter while also running errands. We stopped at a thrift store.
I got her out of her car seat. She was walking but still had that toddler waddle. The store was filled with different pieces of furniture and she went about pulling out drawers, sitting on things, and so on. I was trying to "browse" all the while , chasing her at the same time.
In a completely different section of the store, they sold large area rugs. As my 2 year old was running around frantically, she took my hand and led me to the other section of the store. We walked through a doorway. As we turned the corner we could see piles and piles of area rugs lying on the floor. My brown eyed girl looked at it, then looked up at me and said excitedly, "Look momma, wadda a bewtiful mess!" I laughed. Goosebumps ran up and down my arms.
You see I am recovering from a very serious illness. I had been wanting to write a book about it. I had not started writing the book because I did not have a title. "I must have a title before I can begin to write." (That was my excuse anyway.) And there it was the title of my story "A Beautiful Mess." It's OUR story. She named it, I just heard it.
It came from my beautiful, brown eyed, 2 year old girl. My heart swelled as I felt this God moment come over me. My Maker said to me, "There it is, 'A Beautiful Mess' she was given to you in the midst of a beautiful mess."
I would do it all over again for her. She is beautiful and she is a mess (a good mess of course).
I got her out of her car seat. She was walking but still had that toddler waddle. The store was filled with different pieces of furniture and she went about pulling out drawers, sitting on things, and so on. I was trying to "browse" all the while , chasing her at the same time.
In a completely different section of the store, they sold large area rugs. As my 2 year old was running around frantically, she took my hand and led me to the other section of the store. We walked through a doorway. As we turned the corner we could see piles and piles of area rugs lying on the floor. My brown eyed girl looked at it, then looked up at me and said excitedly, "Look momma, wadda a bewtiful mess!" I laughed. Goosebumps ran up and down my arms.
You see I am recovering from a very serious illness. I had been wanting to write a book about it. I had not started writing the book because I did not have a title. "I must have a title before I can begin to write." (That was my excuse anyway.) And there it was the title of my story "A Beautiful Mess." It's OUR story. She named it, I just heard it.
It came from my beautiful, brown eyed, 2 year old girl. My heart swelled as I felt this God moment come over me. My Maker said to me, "There it is, 'A Beautiful Mess' she was given to you in the midst of a beautiful mess."
I would do it all over again for her. She is beautiful and she is a mess (a good mess of course).