I mended my daughter’s tiger today. You see, Tiger is her most prized possession, her bedtime companion, and lovey. As I was repairing the tear in his belly, she watched closely. She clapped and kissed Tiger. She never once told me I was sewing wrong or insisted I was done before I told her it was finished. She just smiled and waited with anticipation. It made me wonder how many times I had given my broken treasures to God, only to watch anxiously as He mended them, even at times taking it back from his hands before the mending was complete. He is so faithful to restore and repair. I just need to remember to leave things in His hands and clap with anticipation. He is a good Daddy. He truly is.

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