I am thirteen weeks (and a couple days old now).
I saw my Daddy do some amazing things this weekend that only He could do.
I really think He listens when I pray. I used to think that maybe He doesn’t, or only listens to part of it. But now I think He does listen, and He takes prayers seriously.
I am getting better at hearing Him and doing what He tells me. It just strengthens the love between us when that happens.
I’ve been sleeping really well. I woke up at 8 today. I sort of like mornings now. I can spend time with Him.
I used to want a lot out of my life. Things that don’t really matter. I wanted to be famous, financially secure, with a huge house and an expensive car.
Now, all I want is Jesus, and my Father’s will. Better than life. Better than anything I could possibly have in this life.
I am sitting outside on the little front porch watching the rain fall and listening to frogs and birds.
Seeing how small I am makes me realize how big He is.
I am part of His creation.
And He loves me.