My parents adopted me when I was 7 years old and when I stepped off the plane from Korea I was 38 lbs and 38 inches tall.... so not exactly a Brazilian super model in the making. I remember lying in bed throughout my childhood and into my teen years just stretching as hard as I could from finger tip to toe begging God to make me 5 feet tall. Well I am happy to report that I am exactly that- 5 feet tall. Not an inch over or under (And if I was 1 inch under, I could actually apply for handicap tags and get the primo parking spots! Ooooohh....So close!). This answered prayer has always been a reminder to me to never underestimate the power of God and to always pray big. If I had know that back then- I would have asked God to make me 6 feet tall with legs a mile long.
In the car today Caleb and I got on the topic of who the tallest person we know is. To Caleb his daddy is the tallest person around... and our friend John Smith is just as tall (even though John stands 4 inches taller at 6'4".... no one is better or bigger than his daddy at anything!). Caleb gave me encouraging words today. He said, "Mama- don't worry. You'll be just as tall as daddy someday. You just have to be patient and eats lots of veggies."
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