We were in a room downstairs in the church. It was just the bridesmaids, Katie, Amy and me. The girls gathered around the bride. Ansley raised up on her knees. She grabbed her sisters hand. She closed her eyes and began to pray the sweetest prayer.
She praised Jesus. She lifted her sister to the Throne. She blessed her new brother. She shared the heart of a young woman who not only knows what she believes but boldly proclaimed it over her sister. The words were a soothing balm to the very core of my soul.
It was a blessing that few moments can come close to. A glimpse into the heart of a child. An audible confirmation of who they are. A sweet aroma to the Lord.
The moment is etched in my heart and held in my mind by this picture. Not only did one sister proclaim truth and blessing out loud and in love, but one sister received the blessing well and one sister watched and listened to her older role models. A true joy for a mother's heart.
I have no greater joy than to hear
that my children are walking in the truth.
3 John 1:4