I find Saydie looking at our family Bible often, and it makes me smile every single time.

I know she doesn’t fully know what it says or the power of the words it holds, but just the fact that she’s drawn to it at all is evidence that the Holy Spirit is working inside of her. And I hope and pray that her thirst for our Savior only grows.

And who will have the most influence on her spiritual journey? Me and her daddy.

What a calling. What a really humbling, scary, powerful calling that I cannot take lightly.
Even though often times, I do.

I forget the impact my words and actions have on her. I forget that she’s watching my every move – literally.

I forget that the little things have purpose and meaning. I forget how much God can use simple everyday acts to teach her heart to love Him.

But as her mama, I have to try harder to remember.

To choose patience over losing my temper.
To ask for forgiveness when I mess up.
To say our prayers before meals and bedtime.
To blare the worship music and dance.
To play with her over scrolling social media.
To sit down and read God’s Word together.
To respond with “yes” when she asks for my attention.
To give endless hugs and kisses and tell her how much Jesus loves her.

I have to intentionally be evidence that our God is good and His love is real, even when life is hard or my brain is fried or my to-do list is long, or quite honestly, I just don’t want to.

What a privilege it is to raise up a little human in the image of God… may I never ever forget that.

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