The most precious thing he does, though, is look up into my face, gaze right into my eyes, and break out into a winsome smile. I don't know how he does it, but he manages to make a drooly, toothless grin the deepest joy of my day. I love the sweet weight of him cuddling in close, the way his fingers curl around my collar, his lips moving as he dreams.
I think it reveals something spectacularly dear and lovable about God's character that He chose to come to us as a baby. Sweet and small and snugglable. How astonishingly kind, for Him to choose such tenderness.
Gift. Every facet of His enterprise ... gift.
I think it reveals something spectacularly dear and lovable about God's character that He chose to come to us as a baby. Sweet and small and snugglable. How astonishingly kind, for Him to choose such tenderness.
Gift. Every facet of His enterprise ... gift.
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