A Newborn Prayer

Here I am, Daddy and Mama, a gift from the Lord up above, To brighten your days with joy untold, and fill our home with love. I'm tiny, precious and fragile, but made miraculously, To fulfill God's plan for my life and be what He wants me to be.

Some say I look like you, Mom, other say more like Dad. But I have distinct traits from both of you, whether that's good or bad. I love it when you hold me securely in your strong arms, You let me know you're my protector in this world with all it's harm.

Please teach me about my Creator, of all His amazing acts. Show me the awe and wonder, not just the basic facts. Tell me He love me, even before I was born, So much that He sent HIS Baby, to bear unspoken scorn.
And how He watched as His Child was put on a tree to die. How sad it must have made Him, Mom and Dad, did He cry? He must really love me, for my salvation He bought then, To make sure I could go to heaven, and be forgiven of my sins.

Your Son And Mine

Daddy's Little Buddy.

The miracle before my eyes.

A reminder of God's presence, Every time I see him smile.

His laughter is a joy to my Heart.

His forgiveness makes mine pale when compared.

He makes me laugh with a sense of humor, That he is always willing to share.

The little things that excite him, Make me remember the kid I used to be.

It reminds me to enjoy every moment more, Instead of letting the world get to me.

Above all I only have to look at him, His daddy's pride and joy, To remember to thank my Heavenly Father above, For my special little boy.

I understand now how much God loves us, Every time I hold him tight.

God gave up the Son He loved so much, To give us eternal life.

Thank You God For your Son and mine.

A Love in the Home

If I live in a house of spotless beauty with everthing in its place, but have not love, I am a housekeeper--not a homemaker.

If I have time for waxing, polishing, and decorative achievements, but have not love, my children learn cleanliness--not godliness.

Love leaves the dust in search of a child's laugh. Love smiles at the tiny fingerprints on a newly cleaned window.

Love wipes away the tears before it wipes up the spilled milk. Love picks up the child before it picks up the toys.

Love is present through the trials. Love reprimands, reproves, and is responsive. Love crawls with the baby, walks with the toddler, runs with the child, then stands aside to let the youth walk into adulthood.

Love is the key that opens salvation's message to a child's heart.

Before I became a mother I took glory in my house of perfection. Now I glory in God's perfection of my child. As a mother, there is much I must teach my child, but the greatest of all is love.