My little Chicken

Dear Marti. 

 

You are so sassy. 

You are beautiful. 

I never understand a word you say, yet I love spending time with you. 

I’ve never wanted a daughter until I met you. 

 

You are fearless. 

You are bold. 

You are funny. 

You are the girl with hair always in her tiny face. 

You are the one who says, “it’s so fluffy I’m going to die!!” Even though you have no idea what it means. 

 

You’re my little chicken. 

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Marti. You are a daughter of King Jesus. 

 

The other day you ran over to me and held my hand. You started asking me how to say things in english, and then in spanish. (hahaha we all know how that went!) 

 

You have no idea what the small act of holding my hand means to me. 

 

You see, this is how the Father asked me to say yes to him. 

 

The Lord said, “dude. it’s time. hold my hand. it’s about to be an adventure. “ 

 

 

And little did I know that after saying yes, and taking his hand, that I would be in Argentina. With the cutest little girl in the world speaking spanish to me, running around, and being so sassy. 

 

Yet. I am so thankful. 

So thankful to be known deeply by our Father. 

So thankful to be in Argentina on the race. 

And so thankful to know you Marti. 

 

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So. It’s time. 

Take the Lords hand and say YES. 

Who knows where he will take you!