We walked through the parking lot, hand in hand. He was humming a tune. I smiled to myself, thinking about how I am so lucky to have him and so lucky to love him.
His hands feel a tad leathery now. No longer are his fingers pudgy and round. I trace the lines on his palms with my index finger. These lines are unique to him and God is responsible for this beauty.
Does God have a sketch book, up there in heaven? A large ring bound one with all of our details sketched onto a page? Red marks crossed through tiny details that He chooses not to include for certain individuals. One less hair, maybe two more freckles, shorter nose, rounder toes.
Often times, our insecurities are examples of His miraculous perfection.
“And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered.” Matthew 10:30
… and now this morning I”m starting off with a little tear… How very poetic you are in your writings… While I try and capture those “snapshot” times of my kids’ lives, I’ve never thought about the sketch book idea. I wouldn’t mind taking a look at mine when I get there……
Beautiful. What a fabulous way of viewing your little Jaxon and God’s perfection. Thanks for the reminder, Erin. That was just beautiful.