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Thursday, December 8, 2011

How to Count Another Miracle

I knew what was in the envelope before I opened it.

I didn't think I needed to steel myself or brace myself for this sweetness.

But I did.

'Cause y'all, I cried.




He is no more or less precious than any baby in our family.

And as I think on all my nieces and nephews and my own children, they are each a miracle in their own way.

I remember how long my other sister waited for a baby.  And then how incubators cradled.  I remember hard dangerous labors and illnesses that threatened and troubles that pained.

 I remember tears cried over the marvelous knittings of God.

But this baby's mama still seems like a baby to me at times.  Born when I was nearly grown.  And how can a grown successful woman still seem like a baby?  More mature than me in so many ways.  But still . . .

God counted every tear that fell and every bargain made and every plea from a desperate heart.

And now in His own time,  in His own way, we count another miracle.

He makes number fifteen.

And we give glory to God in the highest.
Drawing of me losing my cool courtesy of budding artist, Izzy.


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. . . put on a heart of compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience. Colossians 3:12