A Few More Tears

Those who sow with tears will reap with songs of joy.
Psalm 126:5

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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Tears of Love

Those who sow with tears will reap with songs of joy.
Psalm 126:5

I admit that I have shed many tears as of late. I wept over the impending birth of our little grandson who seemed intent upon arriving a bit too early. God graciously endured my mournful onslaught and then responded with great love. I wept when Little Daniel arrived. He weighed an amazing 4 pounds 5 ounces and he scored like a mini full-term newborn on an at-birth assessment. Though I maintained my composure when I first saw him, I shed tears of joy on the way home. Though I smiled broadly when I first held him, I cried later in the day when I was alone with God. I could not contain my joy.

With each passing day, I worry and I rejoice over Daniel’s progress. Both elicit my tears. As I consider the trials and triumphs of loving my own little family, I wonder. Finally, I ask The Almighty how it is possible to watch over and attend to all of us twenty-four/seven for eternity. I imagine God smiling in response. “It’s love, Mary. It’s all about love,” God tells me.

Loving God, of all of your gifts, our capacity to love is the greatest. Painful as love sometimes is, I thank for this heartfelt miracle.

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