Little Feet

There is something about a baby's feet that melts my heart. They are so tiny and precious...so innocent. Now, I'm only 2 1/2 years into this parenting journey, but there is something about my kids' feet that I love. It seems like I'm always playing with Karis', tickling them, tapping them together, wiggling them around and it makes her laugh so hard! They are so innocent - tiny and perfect.



They are just learning how to support her weight, but yet they hold the promise of so many things...wobbly first steps, wiggling in warm sand at the beach, pulse racing first dances. They will take her so many places as she walks out the plans that God has for her life.




Then there's Caleb with his little boy feet. They are getting so big and they do so many fun things now. They run across the yard to chase squirrels,



jump off as many steps as he's brave enough to try (four is his top number), splash in rain puddles,



and tromp through "lakes" left by tropical storms (that was at his GiGi and Grandpa's house).



Soon enough these little boy feet will grow so much bigger.



They will learn to climb trees, learn how to play sports, start to stink, and be slung over our furniture when they're attached to lanky teenage legs. They will be what takes him through mistakes and good decisions.

Right now, these two sets of feet are so small yet they represent a promise of something to come...lives that will grow into a young man and a young woman. When I stand over their beds at night and pray for them, I pray that they will clearly know the plans that God has for their lives at an early age and that they will walk in those plans with a joyful heart that only wants to serve our Savior. I pray that they won't walk down the road of the world, but that they will choose to walk with God so that they can experience all that God has in store for them.