Who am I, that you should look into my face, with those dark grey eyes, and smile that big smile?
Who am I, that you should lay your head upon my chest and peacefully drift off into a deep slumber?
Who am I, that you should trust me to meet your every need, to nourish your body with my own, to quiet your tears, to calm your fears?
You lay your innocence upon me, but I am guilty of so much. How can I be enough for you? How can I be trusted with this precious gift when I have failed so many times before?
Oh Lord, grace. I need your grace. Make me who I need to be. Fill me so I will be enough.