“Anyone who welcomes a little child like this on my behalf welcomes me and anyone who welcomes me, welcomes not only me but also the father who sent me.” ~Mark 9:37
In January after we welcomed Goldilocks into our home, I made a chalkboard sign with Mark 9:37 written on it and proudly displayed it in her bedroom. I have read it over a hundred times in the last ten months, however, it wasn’t until this morning, when I quietly tiptoed into her room and read the words, “Anyone who welcomes a little child like this on my behalf welcomes Me,” that I began to cry. I realized for the first time and with such conviction that she isn’t just our foster child. She isn’t just a beautiful little girl with the softest blonde curls. She isn’t just a three-year old that chatters non-stop and loves everything about babies. She is so much more. She is a little piece of Jesus right here in my home and because of this revelation, I don’t think I will ever look at her the same. I don’t think I will ever hug her the same. Kiss her the same. Walk past her the same. Tickle her the same or even tell her to “wait just one more second” the same. Today I realized that she is not just my little Goldilocks.
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