Those who sow with tears will reap with songs of joy.
Now that you know that my elder grandson’s saga to birth ended well and that he is absolutely thriving, let me tell you about his little brother.
Though there were no indications that he might arrive early, we worried just a bit. Mommy seemed to have reached “capacity” a few weeks early. She also began weekly doctor visits earlier than usual. Still, all seemed well. Then, on a Saturday night just two days shy of being considered full-term, labor began. Grandpa and I drove over to watch Big Brother while Mommy and Daddy headed to the hospital. I admit that after we all settled into bed, I shed a few tears reminiscent of Danny’s arrival. “Please, God, keep that little guy in place until it’s time and I mean the right time!” With that, I sniffled my thanks and went to sleep.
The nest morning, Baby made his appearance one day prematurely. He weighed an amazing 6 pounds 3 ounces and he scored like a stellar newborn on the at-birth assessment. This time, it was through tears of joy that I turned my eyes heavenward. “Thank you,” I prayed. “I shouldn’t have doubted you for a minute!”
Every time I see Danny with his little brother, I can’t help tearing up a bit. Babies in utero have tough journeys. Even in the best of circumstances, we can never be certain of what lies ahead for them. Still, God takes care and things go as they are meant to go.
As I consider the trials and triumphs of all of our journeys, I wonder. Finally, I ask The Almighty how it’s possible to watch over and attend to all of us twenty-four/seven for eternity. I imagine God smiling as God responds, “It’s love, Mary. It’s all about love.”
Dear God, thank you!
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