I made this print for a friend who had her baby dedicated at church this past weekend. I thought it would be a nice reminder of the hopes/prayers they have for their little girl. As I was putting it together I began thinking of my own life. How easy and hopeful it seems to write this verse and think of a little baby's feet, so small now - growing and developing - learning to walk, not only physically but also spiritually. What about my own feet? Am I not a child to my Father? Does He not see me as his little girl? I tend to think that most of our relationships here, those designed by God, are to give us a taste of what relationship with Him can be. The whole verse says, "You have taken my soul from the power of death and kept my feet from falling, that I may walk before [You] in the light of life."
I wonder what my Father's hopes are for me? What are His dreams? He went to great lengths to rescue my soul from death. He has provided His light to guide my steps. I am His. My name is written on His palms. I want Him to be proud of me. I want Him to watch my footsteps and say, "That's my daughter. Just like her Dad!"