Paradoxes of a child

See this toddler princess?

My Irish Lass Granddaughter

Do you see the paradoxes?

The toddler pudgy arms, hands, and fingers;
the slightly chubby cheeks
still full of baby

the bright yellow finger nails
one of  the latest fads
juxtaposed against the tiny pretend bowl of fruit

the tousled hair swept up in a pony tail
loosely draping her face

ringlets bouncing off her back
announcing her energy
her playfulness
her little girlishness

the pearl earrings
peering out amongst
the wisps of Irish red hair
announcing
"I'm a big girl!"

the practical play shirt
underneath
a princess dress

the bright plaid bed skirt
proclaiming
this is a girl's room

though  you won't
see Disney motifs

maybe some flowers on a comforter
the colors themselves
 an oddity
in a home decorated in  primitive style

But then  this child
doesn't fit into any
precise niche

She is unique
 God's gift
unfolding gradually
spreading joy
as she grows
and changes
and
figures out
just who she is

While I and others
thank God
for giving us
her


"I will praise thee;
 for I am fearfully and wonderfully made:
 marvellous are thy works;
and that my soul knoweth right well."
Psalms 139:14


"Know ye that the Lord He is God:
it is He that hath made us,
and not we ourselves;
we are His people,
and the sheep of His pasture.
Enter into His gates with thanksgiving,
and into His courts with praise:
be thankful unto Him,
and bless His name.
Psalm 100: 1-4

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