One of my favorite tasks is putting my little girl’s clothes away. Partly, because it is little girl clothes, which is fresh and different (I have two older sons). Partly because it gives me a chance to breathe a quick prayer for her. It normally goes like this:
“Lord, thank you that you made a little girl. And that you gave her to me. You didn’t have to show me such kindness. I pray that her beauty would be more radiant on her inside than on her outside. When she wears these things, and looks in the mirror, would you—even now please Lord—help her learn to see herself the way you see her?”