Oh, my precious Tween.

Only 10 years old, so innocent, so pure.

You’re the oldest of 3, but each child is a little different.

Each child uniquely their own.

Each child, knit together intricately, fearfully and wonderfully.

Your beauty shines bright, the innocence of your perception of life, of how the world works, your child-like faith in a Big, Big God.

How do I keep you here?

How do I not allow the way of the world to warp your beauty, to callous your heart, to train you to think you are something you aren’t, or think you aren’t something you really are?

How do I preserve you, content in this moment, still enjoying best friends, dolls and pretend play?

Only 10 years old.

I long to hold on not because I want to control; it would be nice, but I’m long over knowing that control is not mine to have.

I long to hold tight because I see you.

I see what you will offer the generation to come.

I see your potential.

I see your bright light of Jesus that shines through with your warmth, your hugs, your compassion, and your love for people.

How do I keep you?

I stay surrendered to Him. I continue to surrender my mama ability to raise you up, to Him.

I trust Him to teach me what I need to teach you.

Leaning on Him, He shows me you, your ways your tendencies.

He teaches me, so I can teach you.

He trusts me with you.

I train you in the Word first.

Everything else will follow suit.

Seeking first the Kingdom of God, and His righteousness and all the other things that are secondary, will be added to you.

I speak God’s promises over you, confidently and boldy.

I teach you about what He promises to you.

I thank God for Jesus.

That because of Him we can command things away, and teach you how, too.

My precious tween, stay little, stay pure, and above all, keep choosing His.