Just touch her face

Sometimes she cries and all I have to do is reach my hand out, gently touching her cheek and she calms, her body relaxing, her cries softening to a whimper before quieting altogether. She smells me, she knows my touch, and my presence calms her.

The tenderness and simplicity of her need fills me with emotion. How often I have cried out for God and He has responded with such gentleness, making me aware of His presence. My overwhelmed and anxious mind tenderly held. His voice softly speaking to me from His Word, reminders of His Love on every page, in every verse. ⠀

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I look at Hosanna and I truly can't help but smile. I want to give her all of me, anything, because she is mine. For those of you who need this reminder, God's love toward you isn't like this. It is far more beautiful, far more tender, far more complete than I can capture with my words. And, while I can't give Hosanna everything like I want to, He has given me, you, us everything, and more, in Christ Jesus. O praise Him