I'm Coming, Mama

My sweet Scoot. You are so, so close to being a three-year-old.

Today, I put your long legs in some 3T pants and your hair in a ponytail.

You looked like a grownup.

Heaven help me.

My love, you are such a breath of fresh air.

From any room in our cozy home, I can call you and I know I will hear:

"I'm coming, Mama."

Your small feet will pitter patter down our wooden hallway.

Your sweet smile will pop through a doorway.

You have put down whatever you were doing. You have come quickly to me.

You will be in my presence because I called you.

Thank you for your willingness to obey, my sweet one.

For reminding me of the way that I need to respond to my Heavenly Papa.

I need to run to Him saying, "I'm coming, Papa."

I need to forget what I was doing, drop all of my other seemingly important priorities...

and run...

run, straight into His presence. To wait, and learn what He has planned for my day.

I love you forever and always, my sweet Scoot.

May I learn to show you daily what it means to run to your Heavenly Father's arms.