But Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me and do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of heaven.”
My oldest daughter is pregnant with her second child. A precious boy! We are so excited. He is my second grandson. My granddaughter, Dakota Chez (pronounced “shay”), is named after a baby raccoon I once had. Her other grandma once had a dog named Chez. I think it’s a beautiful combination. Kota is a bright, happy three year old with a heart as big as the moon.
Grandchildren are the crown of the aged, and the glory of children is their fathers.
My daughter sent this text to me last night. It made me think of the perfection, the innocence, the purity of a child. A blessing from the Lord.
Kota comes up to me while I’m rocking in my chair, sits on my lap, and asks “Does your tummy hurt?”
“Nope. I feel good.”
“You feel good? Is my baby brother awake?”
She lifts my shirt and places her hands on my belly.
“No, I think he’s asleep right now.”
“Oh, he’s asleep? I feel him kicking me, Mommy!”
She laughs and asks me where his butt is, where his arms are, and where his head is. I point it all out to her and then she lays her head on my belly and whispers, “I love you.”
Kota looks back up at me and asks, “Do you think he loves me? I won’t ever leave him.”
My heart rejoices at the love Dakota has for her unborn brother. Her mother cried. I certainly did too.
Truly, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.
I am grateful for God’s design. The beauty of a young family. The miracle of pregnancy and childbirth. The preciousness of wee ones, tiny boys and girls. ♥️