Dear Miss Esmé,
You are Jericho.
“Walls of Jericho! It’s a miracle!”
You’ve picked up this saying – in part from a book we read recently – and it makes me smile every time you use it…
Jericho. Place of fragrance. Oasis in a barren plain. Land of conflict and turmoil and capture. Reaper of consequences. Recipient of mercy through kindness and a scarlet cord. Vivid demonstration of what faith can do.
Children have an inclination for faith. By some standards, we haven’t given you a lot to hang your faith hat on. No Santa. No Easter bunny. No tooth fairy. No first star, candle, dandelion wishes.
But we’ve given you Jericho. You may not find money under your pillow, reindeer footprints in your lawn, or chocolate in your eggs. But you know the One who can move mountains. The One who can make the walls come down.
It is a wonderful, powerful placeWhere there is faith.
I love you, my amazing, beautiful, clever, dilly-dallying, energized, following, grace-filled, hidden, indomitable, Jericho-miracle baby girl!
Each birthday, I write a letter to my baby girl. This year, the year of the amazing 5-year-mark, I’ll be working from A to Z.