My morning view

This morning as I flipped on the lights to wake up my sweet Abigail. I was immediately struck with a grateful heart. Not because her room is neat or that she was peacefully sleeping like an angelic baby, but because of the realness of her life is in that room. One day in the not so distant future, especiallyif you take into account how fast the last 13 years have gone, I will pine away for the days I could see her face everyday. I see my friends with kids in college or applying for colleges and it pangs my heart to think that she will be moving on and out.

So that is deep for a Friday morning wake up but all the same the realization hit me in a moment. So before I woke her I took this picture so that I could freeze time for a moment to remember.

Things I love about this picture:
1. That balled up beneath that comforter is my sweet girl. She rarely sleeps all spread out and relaxed. She always is tightly wound in her blankets. It speaks volumnes of her personality as well. My girl has purpose and a reason for everything.

2. The bibles at the foot of her bed. Not one, but three stacked on the floor on top of a devotional book. My guess is she was sitting on the beanbag reading the devotional and either had a question about something or she just wanted to take it deeper so she started her research, comparing and contrasting the different translations. Seeking His Word on the matter that was on her heart. I said a silent prayer of thanksgiving when I saw them. Thankful that she knows where to find truth and that He spoke straight to her heart in a way that I can not.

3. The guitar case. She had lessons the night before. Abigail is breaking the cycle of our non-musical roots. She loves to sing, play guitar and piano. She can read music and has a natural ability of musicality. I am completely in awe that she has gone on this path since her parents are so not musically inclined. We just pay those who can help her to reach her goals.

When I get home today. The bed will be made. The bibles tucked away on her desk, the guitar will be hanging over her bed. Things will be different. I will still hold the picture of this morning in my head but life will have moved on. I am grateful I really saw the morning view.