Tuesday, 2 September 2014

The most beautiful girl.

Dear Alysa,
I can hardly believe that you are thirteen today! Happy birthday! You have grown and changed so much in the past few years. You are very quickly becoming a young woman. I will admit, part of me would like to keep you as a little girl. I have so many wonderful memories of you as a baby and a toddler, a pre-schooler and a kindergartener. I still remember the moment you born. The doctor pronounced "It's a girl!", and I asked,"Are you sure?!?" I had hoped with every part of me that you would be a girl, and even though I was told by the specialist at my last ultra-sound that she was fairly certain that you were a girl, I just couldn't quite believe it until I saw you and held in my arms! I loved you so much! I was so worried that the nurses might lose you, or mix you up with another baby, that I didn't want your dad to let you out of his sight! We were all so excited to meet and hold you! You were the first grand-daughter; the first niece! You were so loved by all of us!
It was so wonderful to watch you grow and develop from a baby into a sweet, adventurous toddler! And you were adventurous! If I took my eyes off you for a second there was no telling where you would end up. I remember once when I was working outside on our acreage while you playing in the sand box, I went to get some garden tools and when I got back from the shed you were almost in the middle of the field where you dad's horse Doc, was laying down. You were heading right toward him and I know you would have been thinking that he was finally at a level where you could pet him by yourself! I panicked, because if he stood up, he could have crushed you without realizing it. I didn't want to shout for you to come back because I knew that you would just ignore me and start running toward him. But, you loved strawberries. And we used to pick them in the fields. And I confess, I lied to you when I said, "Oh, Alysa, look! There's strawberries over here!" You immediately turned around and wanted to pick strawberries. Oi! (But I did find you some strawberries to pick!)
Oh, how you loved horses! I remember how you always wanted to ride with me on Pepper. You had a tendency to fall asleep, though. Sometimes, in the evenings, your dad would get you bathed and in your jammies with your teeth brushed, while I would get Pepper in from the field and get her saddled up. I would ride her up to the front door and dad would bring you out and slip you in the saddle in front of me. We would go for a little ride and you would fall asleep. I would ride back up to the front 
door and dad would come out and take you off the horse while you still slept, and put you right in your bed! 
That sure wouldn't happen now! You have grown into such a beautiful young woman! And I am so proud of you Alysa, but not because of anything that you've done, or because of how beautiful you are. There is nothing that you could do that would change how I feel about you. I could never love you more. I could never love you less. I am proud of you because you are mine. You are so precious to me. There is no other person in the world like you. Your worth is far above diamonds.
Proverbs 31:10 says, 
"A good woman is hard to find, and worth far more that diamonds."
 And at the end of the chapter it states,
“Many women have done wonderful things, 
    but you’ve outclassed them all!”        
Charm can mislead and beauty soon fades. 
    The woman to be admired and praised
    is the woman who lives in the Fear-of-God."

Alysa, this is my prayer, and my hope for you. That you would live, always, in the fear of God. Because, Alysa, that is the kind of woman to be admired and praised. Charm and beauty are not worthy of praise and admiration, nor do they bring satisfaction. You will never find your worth there. But a woman who lives her life with Jesus as the centre, will find great satisfaction and joy. Only in Jesus, Alysa, will you find your true value; a value that is far above diamonds.
I love you, my precious girl.
Mom