And Then There Were Three...

Just when you think you're full-up on joy and awe in your life,  blessed beyond anything you deserve, your arms are filled with a small bundle of new life that takes your breath away and humbles you before the Lord.  Giving birth.  Simple words, simple meaning that unless you've experienced it yourself or watched your children experience it, you cannot fathom the full measure of love.  It is instantaneous, never fully appreciated until you are struck dumb with the gift of life and your emotions spill over and you are...so...very...thankful!

We probably take childbirth for granted these days, and with the advantage of epidurals, pain is better contained.  But it cannot cover up the sheer joy and wonderment of knowing you have nourished that baby inside your body, giving birth to a tiny human with perfectly formed limbs, still totally dependent on mother and dad's care and protection.

I was fortunate and blessed yesterday to see our newest grandson born into this world, Elijah Reed Evans, giving Mark and Erin a total of three beautiful boys.  Even though we are counties away from him today, I envision his tiny face and the intent way he looked and listened to whoever was holding him.  To do so brings me renewed joy and happiness and I thank God for blessing us so!

Whoever says birth is not a miracle has not considered the delicate process only God could create, the intricate design of nourishment and growth within the womb...and the marvelous bonding of one unseen!  

My prayer for this child is immeasurable love of the Lord, that his future be secure with the promises only God can provide.  I have no doubt that his parents will bring him up in God's instruction, that they will love him unconditionally as God loves us.  

It's a beautiful day today, little Eli, and you are much loved!