Alivia

The tiniest are the weakest; yet… the strongest.

God’s, precious, bundles of joy. The tiny humans that steal our hearts.

They know nothing of life but to fight.

They fight in the womb.

Fighting for space. Stretching and kicking.

They fight for their first breath. That gasping breath. That joyful sound that happens the moment when all adults hold their breath. The cry.

They fight until they are swaddled minutes after they enter the world. Giving them a secure surrounding as they nestle, close to your heart.

Should that child fall ill…we as parents again stop breathing.

And, we pray.

Yet we lose sight of who is truly the mighty physician. The sole creator. Our Heavenly Father who chose us to protect the weakest.

A child though tiny and weak, unable to defend themselves, is the strongest. A fighter. A warrior.

Without ever being able to speak a word….. They conquer.

And when we as parents say, “I believe Lord. Help me with my unbelief.” As a father said in Matthew 9:24. God hears.

He hears our cries. Our pleas. Our prayers.

The tiniest are the weakest; yet…..the strongest.

Alivia, the fighter!

Blessings,

Bo

01/05/2014