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Her Mother's Daughter


It's time Mom......
Time to watch her go. Time to witness all the tender loving care, molding and shaping in your baby girls life take root as she walks into the next chapter of her life.

Her name is Jordan, best known to her family as their JuJu. Jordan is the youngest of two girls whose smile, charm and personality is larger than life.  And now her time has come to cast off the images of the little girl she once was and embrace the strong young lady her mom has so graciously raised her to be; to be all her daddy God has created her to be.



Growing up Jordan , like many in this world, was raised by a single mom. A mom that dug deep, loved with out conditions, and persevered through every obstacle life threw their way. While Jordan had and continues to have many who love and support her (sister, grandmother, aunt and uncle) and though we have never met, the common denominator she and I share......the daddy that was never there. For a little girl the absence of her daddy can be brutal on the heart and wreak havoc on our emotions. But where there is lack in life  our daddy God provides 10 fold. Jordan's provision came in abundance with  her mom and her sister. 

A three cord strand not easily broken...........
Ecclesiastes 4:12
Though one may be empowered, two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.



 And He didn't stop there.
With the enormous love from her aunt, her uncle and her grandmother......
Her cup runneth over!!

Jordan steps into the world with the  voices of her family cheering her on, the support of a mom that is bound to eternity and the provisions from her daddy God that will never return void. For all that he has promised in her life will come forth. The light she shines will never be dim by the noises of life, the joy she holds will spill into the life's of many and the love from within will reflect the strong roots planted by a mom that has walked this journey with her filled with dignity and strength.
 
 

She exits this chapter in her life and enters her new one with beauty and grace; pages filled of endless possibilities and a multitude of victories that can not be counted. So mom as she grabs the last of her things and walks to the door, look deep within your heart and know...........

She is her mother's daughter~



 



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