Charis came into the world breathless...from pink to grey her color faded. They intervened. But she remained without air.
I heard them call for emergency crews. I called aloud to Jesus - and immediately, at His name, she inhaled her first taste of oxygen. We exhaled tearful praise. I held her as close as I could, whispering her name, "Charis," meaning: grace. And she was...she is - such gift of grace.
She is tenacious - watching her, I learn the relentlessness of God's grace. She teaches me to persist. I see her persevere - and I'm reminded to brace myself upon His strength, to overcome and stand in hope. She lightens me up - leading me low to learn the messy manners of humility.
I love this girl. So much.
Today we celebrate three years of her humorous, precocious, and adventurous spirit.
Three years of hope, wonder and curiosity.
Three years of her grace-filled lungs.
Happy Birthday Charis!