Meet my little cousin Abigail. Creative, energetic, hilarious, a "tell-it-like-it-is" girl, love filled to the rim, and a sporty spice (yet equally both). She like the rest of my gal cousins, is absolutely stunning!
Abigail is 8. A couple of years ago she had a class assignment that required her to write a letter to someone far, far away. I was her choice recipient in Colorado. Since moving closer, it's been amazing the way that she just wants to hang out with me. I have come to terms that it is okay I don't understand everything. Pure love, yep, that's just beyond me.
What do you do with that? Really? I went to watch her play softball today, which sometimes doesn't feel like a lot, but I hope she knows she's great.
But in all of my efforts of trying to love well, live well, and do well, sometimes I wonder if a know how to be loved well, enjoy life well, and be served well.
I am thankful that Abi's unknowing persistence is teaching me to the art of receiving, because...
...we love because He first loved us...
...any ways. (1John 4:19)
Oh, I forgot to mention that Abigail has also handed me down clothes. I didn't stutter.