Dear Daughters,

Being your Mama stretches me everyday. It is a Joy. It is a Trip. It is hysterical, gut wrenching, surprising, and incredibly predictable all at once. It is at times the worst, most often the best, and I’m not ever sure how I can live up to the task of raising you. Being your Mama is a gift–You are a gift to me. 

Tomorrow Big Sister will be in Africa and Little Sister will be with her GoGo and Pop safe from Mama’s flu and pneumonia germs, so I’m writing you this letter. This is what I want for Mother’s Day–take notes, sweet ones.

I want you to know you are delighted in. 

Most days, you will know this because my face will light up when I see you. I will slow down and let you walk allllll the way from the parking lot into Target, “help” push the cart, and walk alllllll the way back to the car. (I’m looking at you Clementine) I will listen to your stories, create art with you, and notice when you need extra hugs. 

But, I’m not always going to get this right. As big as my love is for you, it isn’t perfect–most obviously when vomit is involved. More than my great delight in all things Big and Little Sister, God is overjoyed by your little selves! 

The Lord your God is with you.
    He is mighty enough to save you.
He will take great delight in you.
    The quietness of his love will calm you down.
    He will sing with joy because of you. 

                               Zephaniah 3:17

I want you to be problem solvers and creators.

The world need problem solvers, girls. The Church desperately needs problem solvers. Do you see an injustice? An inefficiency? A missed opportunity? Don’t wait for someone else to address it. Include others, foster community, and think outside of the box. Most grown-ups have either forgotten how to create new solutions or never learned how. When I ask you “How can you help?” and it frustrates you, know I do it because I believe the world needs you to be able to answer that question on all levels. 

Create solutions. Create new things. Build up. Resurrect things around you. 

I want you to do hard things. 

Your Daddy always says “We do hard things, because they make us more like Jesus.” When you face a decision head on, and you know that one path is easiest, less risky…chose the other one. Saying “Yes” to God is rarely “easy”, but it is worth it. Will I be scared that you want to live in India and love on street kids with no salary? Maybe, but I will learn to trust Jesus more as I celebrate that you said yes. The more you say Yes, the more you hear Jesus invite you. 

I want you to know, that as awesome as you are, “it” isn’t actually about you. 

You are delighted in. Jesus is with you. We are for you. But please know dear ones, “it” isn’t all about you. This fact does not lessen how much you are loved, how truly beautiful you are, or the unique gifts Jesus has placed in you for His world. I want you to know that life is about SO much more than your happiness. Pursue Joy and not happiness. Pursue community and not popularity. Pursue meaning and not success. Pursue questions and not answers.

And also, next year I’d like you both to be home. Ok? Good.