Welcome To The World, Sarah
Sarah is our first grandchild. Our oldest daughter, Bethany had a very tough, and very sick pregnancy, and Sarah would not wait for full term. She was born more than a month early on October 26th, and spent a few days connected to all kinds of wires, tubes, and adhesive patches. Now, she is home and doing fine. Mom is recovering not only from the c-section, but also from a serious illness that landed her in the hospital in the first place.
If you love your child, you hate to see them in peril. And in that situation you also have your child’s child to worry about, too. Dena and I have prayed for the well being of all of our children and their spouses, and in Julie’s case..boyfriend and light of her life. But when the situation was most dire, there were no words to pray, just a simple sentence ot two because you didn’t know what to pray. Only God knew how things would turn out.
I’m grateful things happened the way they did- all of the circumstances seemed to lead to a good outcome. And I realize there are other parents who have gone home grieving. Why some, and not others? That’s a question for the other side of this life, I suppose.
Holding Sarah for the first time gave me almost that same inexplicable joy that I had when I held my own children for the first time. I think it is a combination of love at first sight, and a sense that, if we are lucky, our influence will last beyond our own life, and our children, and even their children.
You hold hope in your arms. You hold an individual who will be ready for the wonder and the goodness of love. And there will be plenty of that to pass around.
