I can only imagine
What it will be like
When I walk
By your side
I can only imagine
What my eyes will see
When your face
Is before me
I can only imagine...
With a baby on the I can't help but imagine what she will look like, what it will be like to walk down the street holding my little girl's hand. Now technically the above song lyrics are about meeting Jesus. As the song goes on that becomes evident. But every time I hear the start of the song, I think of Imogen and start to cry.
My mind begins to wander as I day dream about my little girl. What will she be like? Smart like her daddy? Thick headed like her mommy? Musical or Artistic? What will she want to be when she grows up? Will she be a demorcrat or a rebublican?
As I pray for her, I find myself praying for me more. Praying that I don't allow myself to create expectations of who she will be. That I allow her the freedom to figure out who she is and what she wants in life.
But now, as we still have 20weeks before we get to meet her face to face......I can only imagine.
You write so beautifully, Regi.
ReplyDeleteAnd that song always brings tears, both of joy and of nostalgia. (I'm mush, even when just the intros of favorite songs are started!) We used to sing it often at The Beacon.