The world is still so blurry. She knew that there are many things to learn and see. The one thing she did not realize is what her mother did see in her. I did not believe that she was a girl up until the very minute she was born and I saw for myself. Still, when she was born, there was something about her. Her daddy was the first to hold her, embrace her. A few minutes later, when she was carefully handed to me for the first time, she made a strange growling sound, as though she just wanted to be held by him. I stared at her for days. This child that came from my womb looked different than my first. On the outside, she looked like one of those angelic looking people from the paintings of Leonardo DaVinci, which was strange enough. Her mother could see the outside difference, but still there was something on the inside I could not identify. She grew fast. Her head full of dark hair quickly turned into wavy blonde hair flowing down her back at only the age of two. She grew fast for her age, and her soul did too. Things came to her easily and naturally. She was content to play by herself, but also had a mischievous side. Deep thoughts ran through her head all the time. This was natural since this was the way she had been made, never realizing she pondered on things most adults never even come to realize. Here is one of the things I want you to know, names are of great importance. Her first name, Savannah, which means large grassy plain, was just pretty to us, and did not seem to have much significance. But, we ended up nick naming her Nana, because her brother could not pronounce her name right. Nana can have two meanings: Yaweh is gracious, and vegetables or greens, which of course represents life. Her name can also be traced back to mean “favor” or “grace.” The most significant part is her middle name, Amber, which is the color that represents the Glory of God. She is never aware of any of this since she is only four years old. A name is important. It can prophecy a person’s future, it can be a literal prophetic meaning in their life. So it was with her. She often played by herself, while her brother was at school. She would come into my room, and tell me things Jesus said. See, Jesus came to see her. Since Jesus is Lord, I guess she assumes everyone sees him and talks to him regularly, not knowing that what is happening is out of the ordinary. Jesus would even feed her french fries, how funny is that? She says he is so pretty and nice. He sits and plays with her. I know, surely the Glory of God is on her life. She was singing the song she has been into lately. “I can hear the rhythm of the Lion of the Tribe Of Judah.” Over and over she sang those words, and danced to the warring music. I watched her, and realized her dance was not of her. She was moving so gracefully and doing these strange hand motions that surely she could not come up with herself. I believe she was dancing before him, lost in a different realm, worshiping him. She, this little life, was dancing before her father, the Spirit leading and guiding her steps. Oh the Glory it did bring! I know the Glory is on her very life. What will become of her? What will she do? What is she destined for? This life is not yet consumed with the world, but of heaven. It dances with her. She is in two dimensions at once. I pray that she stays there. If we can just be quiet and listen to His rhythm, could we hear it too? Could our steps be taken over like hers? How can someone so little accomplish so much. “The way to the Kingdom is that of a little child.” Can an adult really learn such life changing lessons from them? I am constantly in search of him, and she is constantly living with him, interacting with him. Why do we not see? He is here, and he is waiting. Let’s be more like her, go to him with the heart of a little child. Lets dance with him, and get lost.
