Ordinary and extraordinary

We have a new normal around these parts and I'm trying to roll with it.  Mama took on a little job as Dad's secretarial sidekick at Hope which forced me to take on a new bedtime hour somewhere in the 8's.  Happily, I get to work from home in my jammies so I don't miss any of the good stuff, like naptime snuggles.  Unfortunately I also don't get to miss any of the bad stuff, like Ian putting a rogue tramp stamp on Ava during our spontaneous fingerpaint hour.
The littles decided they didn't want to be left out of all the fresh starts.  Miss A asked us a few weeks ago if she could start taking communion at church.  I've got to say I was a little hesitant.  Now, all the children at our church take communion, which is every Sunday.  It is the general viewpoint that they are welcome in the church's traditions and shouldn't be restricted from entering into God's presence at the Table.  I really do love the spirit of it but I also believe that there are certain privileges or maybe spiritually significant moments that go along with asking Jesus into your life, like communion and baptism.  I want Ava to remember these moments with great joy and significance.  After a lot of family discussions we felt that she was ready and mostly didn't want to diminish her act of faith in the tender moment of commitment and surrender.  I was a little teary as I watched her approach the table and as we prayed together I felt the weight of the moment and deep joy in my big girls decision of faith.

I don't know what God has for her in this life.  I don't know what thrilling adventures she's going to have or what tragedies she will have to endure.  I do know that the One who knit her together loves her more than I ever could, and it is my every morning prayer that she always knows His presence and the joy of following her creator and biggest fan.