They are beautiful. Truly beautiful.
As I watch them in their angel like costumes
Glide across the stage, with giggles, and smiles
I hold my breath.
From ashes to beauty.
They stand straight and tall; w
ith a strength that even surprises me.
Straight ahead, they look at the crowd in the eyes.
And I am amazed.
The music is Amazing Grace and my eyes fill with tears.
For I cannot believe how good God is to our precious children.
Each little girl represents a story of tragedy.
A story of brokenness, of pain, of neglect and a life so unfair.
But each little girl is twirling, dancing, and swaying without a care
They sparkle. And shine.
How perfect it is that this December we celebrate the birth of the baby.
The baby born under that fine star...
Giving us hope.
Hope for every person, every situation, every heart.
And while it may not look as we think or come when we feel it ought,
The miracle is there. Waiting.
And when it comes, our lives change.
Our vision is cleared and our heart renewed.
It is this HOPE that we declare over our children.
It is this HOPE that we are celebrate this Christmas season.
It is this HOPE that gives us the strength to keep on.
This love, this hope, this miracle...
I pray is yours this season.