Our fifth grandchild was born this week. Once again we are overwhelmed with this miracle of life. How is it that fingers and toes, noses and eyes are all beautifully put into place and then a little one breathes air into it’s tiny little lungs and life on this earth begins? It’s too big to understand really. How is it that within a year or so, they stand up and begin to walk? They walk straight to something breakable because they are more curious about breakable things or things that could fall on top of them than light, colorful, plastic things? And how could they, oh so early, begin to form their own opinions? And soak in the wonder around them? How could their little faces light up and break into laughter over the flight of a bird or the antics of a squirrel? And how could a grandmama’s heart be changed forever, in a half second? It isn’t just seeing them for the first time, it is even in the knowledge of their existence that a grandmama’s heart enlarges and fills up with more love than they could ever imagine!
I’m so thankful for this precious baby’s life. Just ever so thankful! All praise and honor and glory to the One who formed and fashioned this life by His own hands and in His own image. To the One who set His glory upon her. To the One who has her name carved into His hands. To the One who loves her and will never leave her. To the One who knows exactly how many hairs are on her head. To the One who gave His Son to purchase her salvation. I am just ever so grateful. How precious are His thoughts toward her, always. May she always know how deep and wide, how tall and how long His love is for her. Amen!