Take a gander at this lovely girl.
My niece. Jada Rae. So stinking cute, it’s nearly painful.
I adore her, as I do her mama, her daddy, and her brother. Jada is recovering from a big-dog surgery she underwent last week to repair her cleft palate.
I am in awe of smart doctors and their moxie to fix a tiny mouth by putting it all back together. I am in awe of my little sister, who has big faith and a peace that passes our human understanding. I am in awe of Jada and her courage, her resiliency and her willingness to sip strained yogurt through a straw, all on the road to recovery. And of course, absolutely, with knees and heart bowed, I am in awe of the God who knit Jada together to begin with and who now holds her tiny hands in His while she waits for full healing.
God is big. I am very, very tiny. Oh, how He loves us.