White Feathered Wings

When you were an itty-bitty baby, before you even took your first breath, you lived inside your mama's belly. Of course, you don't remember that, but it’s okay; I don't either.

You were only days old when God began to craft the heart that beats in your chest. You were only the size of an apple seed when he gave you your bright blue eyes. When you were no bigger than a grape, He formed your toes and your fingers. Can you imagine how tiny they were if your whole body was that small? Soon he made your ears, and teeny teeth that would grow in someday. Yes, I know you lost one of them last week.

You began to wiggle around and poke your mama with your elbows and your feet. You were ready to get out and run! God took a whole nine months just to make you; almost a year! That means He loves you very much.

Did you know that He spent that much time making your mama too? She was in my belly thirty years ago. He watched over her from heaven while she grew up. She went to school and, later, married your dad. She had your big sister, then you. Over that time, he began to miss your mama. He longed to hold her close and wipe away all of her tears. He wanted to give her beautiful white wings and let her lay in the fields of flowers under the warm sun.

You and I had our time with her here, but now it's God's turn to spend time with her. Don’t worry, though. Someday you and I will join her up there. God will bring us up to stay with him. We'll have pretty feathered wings, too. Then you and your momma can race after each other and catch fireflies again, for as long as you want. You’ll never grow tired. You will laugh and she will take you up into her arms and kiss your pretty brown curls soon. It will all be okay.