Our ballerina, 7, asks tonight, “Mama, what have you always wanted more than anything?” She pauses for a moment, then inserts the answer she would choose: “A horse?”
I don’t answer her verbally. I just point at her.
“Me?” she asks, and yes, I can truly say that she is what I have always wanted more than anything, from the time I used to play with baby dolls until the time I married her Daddy.
I always wanted a firstborn son and got that, I always wanted a little girl and got that. Then, we wanted another boy and another girl, and we got those, too. We’d better stop wanting – we’ve got a houseful!
More than anything else, above riches and more land and goals met and even friends, I have wanted a family. A family in which I was loved by loveable people. I came from a family like that, so it was important to me to find it.
What a humbling thing to know that God has granted me what I have always wanted, more than anything.
(This article was originally published on my 2005-2008 Keeping the Home blog)