"A Preshus Life"

A child’s life can be hard at

Times. You see a child and

Ask, “What is wrong with them?”

Nothing is wrong, they just

Haven’t had someone to truly

Love on them, show them what

That word means, or even just

Have some one on one time with

Them.

At first the child might hit you, pull

Your hair, pinch you, or try to push

You away by not letting you in but

You have to stay strong if you want

To make a difference in their life.

You have to ask questions about that

Child so she can let you in and trust you

Because that is the only way that she

Will see people care. You can’t

Give up on a child.

It is so beautiful when you can see the

Light come on in a child’s eye. When

They think or know, “Someone really

Does love and care for me like I really

 Am. I can trust that person with my

Words.” Then that child will talk to

You and will be hook to your side

Til they leave. It is like you are God

To them.  That child sees God through

You.

You try to understand the child. The

Child paint your fingernails and theirs.

She paints your toenails too. She loves

glitter and dresses. She is just a little

artist. She will color, paint, and glue

anything. She also loves to do

puzzles.  She is also very smart for her

age.

She is my beautiful princess but yet she

Doesn’t see that. She doesn’t like her

Beautiful, curly, black hair. She would

Rather have my boring, straight, blonde

Hair. That makes me feel important, though,

Because she wants to be just like me. She

Looks up to me that much. She picked out

A pink and white flowered dress to wear

“home”. It was lose and free like she was.

When it was time for her to leave it was

Really sad. By then we had a lot of one

On one time. When she knew she was

Leaving, she held onto my arm when

I knelt down beside her and laid her head

On it. We got one last session of nail

Painting and gluing glitter in while she

Was sitting on my lap.

I know God has my little princess

In His Arms. I planted a seed in her

Heart just for Him to work on. I will

 never again look at painting nails the

same way. I might even paint mine

more. She will grow up and is already

a Preshus Life in the Lord’s Arms. He

will take care of her whenever she might be.

Written By: Tiffney Wilson

Written On: June 6^th, 2013