These are my first memories recorded in my journal:
As I first cradled baby Sarah, I was afraid I would drop her or hurt her somehow. I held her tightly in my embrace with a sense of wonder and reverence. Dark-blue eyes the color of blueberries stared up intensely in the direction of my voice. Dripping dark strands of hair framed her face of pearl-white skin. At that moment, I was starstruck with my little newborn, first child.
For a moment, I had her alone in the finally quiet hospital room. As I was holding her, it was as if God was whispering to me: "You are holding eternity in your arms. This little one is a miracle, a gift from Me. Will you cherish and love her so that when she grows up, she will believe that I love her? Will you be responsible to shape and fill her mind with the best stories so she will always believe in heroes? Will you whisper to her the secrets of My ways, teach her what is true, give her a place to grow strong and a sanctuary in which to celebrate all that is good in life so that she will fill the treasure chest of her soul with all that is good, true, and beautiful?"
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